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T  H  E 

PSALMS  of  DAVID, 

IMITATED  in  the  LANGUAGE 


OF      THE 


K  E  W     TESTAMENT, 


PSALM    I.     Common  Metre, 

The  vmyandend  of  the  righteous  and  the  wicked. 

1  "RLESS'D  ft  the  man- who  fnuns  the  place 
J-/   Where  fmners  love  to  meet  ■ 

Who  fears  to  tread  their  wichedAvavs 
And  hates  the  (coffer's  feat. 

2  But  in  the  ftatates  of  the  Lord, 

Has  plac'ri  his  chief  delight ; 
By  day  he  reads  or  hears  the  word, 
And  meditates  by  night. 

3  [He  like  a  plant  of  gen'rous  kind 

By  living  waters  fet, 
Safe  from  the  ftorros  and  hlafting  wind 
Enjoys  a  peaceful  ftate.] 

4  Green  as  the  leaf,  and  even  fair, 

Shall  his  profeuion  mine  ; 
While  fruits  of  holinefs  appear 

Like  clutters  on  the  vine. 
5.  Not  fo  th'  impious  and  unjuft  : 

What  vain  defigns  they  form  ! 
Their  hopes  are  blown  away  like  dufh 

Or  chaff,  before  the  ftorm. 
6  Sinners  in  judgment  fhall  not  ftand 

Among  the  ions  of  grace, 
WhenCbrifr,  the  judge,  at  his  right  hand 

Appoints  his  faints  a  place. 


L    M    S. 
ath  they  tread, 
,\es  it  well  j 
Bu.«  ys  of  tinners  lead 

Do\i  he  t,aces  of  hell. 

PSALM     I.     Short  Metre. 
The  ftlnt  happy,   the  firmer  tniferable. 

1  'THE  man  is  ever  blefs'd 

Who  flams  the  tinner's  ways, 

Among  their  counfels  never  {lands, 

Nor  takes  the  icorner's  place. 

2  But  makes  the  law  of  God. 

His  ftudy  and  delight, 
Amidft  the  Tabours  ok'  the  day, 
And  watches  of  the  night. 

3  He  like  a  tree  mall  thrive, 

With  waters  near  the  root  : 
Frefh.  as  the  leaf  his  name  fhall  live, 
His  works  are  beav'nly  fruit. 

4  Mot  fo  th'  ungodly  race 

They  no  fuch  blefllng  find  : 
Their  hopes  (hall  flee  like  empty  chaff 
Before  the  driving  wind. 
Z&  How  will  they  bear  to  ftand 
Before  that  judgment  feat, 
Where  all  the  faints  at  Chrifl's  right  hand 
In  full  aiTembly  meet? 
6  He  knows  and  he  approves, 
The  way  the  righteous  go; 
But  'tinners,  and  their  works,  fhall  meet 
A  dreadful  overthrow. 

PSALM  I.     Long  Metre. 
The   difference   between  the  righteous  and   the 
-wicked. 
I   tjaPPY  the  mar,  wftofe  cautious  feet 
Shun  the  broad  way  that  tinners  go, 
Who  hare  the  place  where.  Atheil'cs  meet, 
And  fears  to- talk  as  fcfcffer?  do. 


p  s  .  5 

2  He  loves  t'  employ  his  mo 

Amongft  the;  itatuees  cf  tbeLctfd-; 
An:,  fpends  the  wakeful  hours  of  ni«bt 
With  pleasure  pen  1'ring  o'er  the  word. 

3  He,  liKe  a  plant  by  gentle  ("creams, 

Si  an  fiourilh  in  immortal  green; 
And  fieav'n  will  fnine  with  kindeft  beams- 
On  ey'ry  work  his  nands  begin. 

4  Butfinners  find  their  counfels  crofs'd  ; 

As  chaff  before  the  hempen:  flies, 
So  (hall  their  hopes  be  blown  and  loft, 
Wher,  the  lait  trumpet  fhakes  the  Skies, 

5  In  vain  the  rebel  feeks  tofland 

In  j  udgment  with  the  pious  race  ; 
The  dreadful  Judge,   with  {tern  command, 
Divides  him  to  a  different  place. 

6  "  Strait  is  the  way  my  faints  have  trode, 

"  I  blefs'd  the  path,  and  drew  it  plain, 

"  But  you  would  choofe  the  crooked  road  ; 

■"  And  down  it  leads  to  endlefs   pain.''' 

PSALM  II.   Short  Metre. 
Translated  according  to  the  divine  pattern. 
Afts  iv.    24,  &c 
Chrifi  dying,  rtjing,  interceding,   and  reigning> 
[i   J^AKER  and  fovrreion  Lord 

Of  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  leas, 
Thy  providence  confirms  thy  word, 
And  anfwers  thy  decrees. 

2  Tha   things  fo  long  foretold 

By  David,  are  fulfill'd, 
When  Jews  and  Gentiles  join  to.  flay, 
Jefos,  thine  holy  child.] 

3  Why  did  the  Gentiles  rage, 

And  Jews  with  one  accord, 

Bend  all  their  counfels  to  deftroy 

W  Ar-Qia^d  of  the  Lord  X 


6  PAL   M    S. 

4  Rulers  and  kings  agree 

To  form  a  vain  deiign  ; 
Againft  the  Lord  their  powers  unite, 
Againft  hi;  Chrift  they  join. 

5  The  Lord  derides  their  rage, 

And  will  iupport  his  throne  ; 
He  that  kath  rais'd  him  from  the  dead 
Hath  own'd  him  for  his  Son. 


6  Now  he's  afcended  high, 

To  rule  the  fubjttft  earth  ; 
The  merit  of  his  blood  he  pleads, 
And  pleads  his  heav'nly  birth. 

7  Beneath  his  fov' reign  fway 

The  Gentile  nations  bend; 
Far  as  the  world's  remoteft  bounds 
Kis  kingdom  mail  extend. 

'$  The  nations  tba*  rebel 
Ma  ft  feel  his  iron  rod; 
He'll  vindicate  thofe  honours  well 
Which  he  received  from  God. 
9  [Be  wife,  ye  rulers  now, 

And  wormip  at  his  throne  ; 
With  trembling  joy,    ye  pe  >ple,  bow 
To  God's  anointed  Son. 
io  If  once  his  wrath  arife, 
Ye  periih  on  the  place  : 
Then  blefled  is  the  foul  that  flies 
For  refuge  to  his  grace.] 

P  S  A  L  M   II.     Common  Metre, 

j  T^HY  dic}  tne  nations  join  to  flay 
The  Lord's  anointed  Son  ? 
Why  did  they  cart  his  laws  away, 
And  tread  his  gefpel  down  I 


PSALMS.  7 

2  The  Lord,  that  fits  above  the  ikies, 
Derides  their  rage  below, 
He  fpeaks  with ■  vengeance  in  his  eyes, 
And  ftrikes  their jpirits  through. 
g  »  I  call  him  my  eternal  Son, 

«  And  raife  him  from  tbe  deod  : 

"  I  make  my  holy  hill  his  throne, 

«   And  wide  his  kingdom/preud. 

4  "   Afk  me,  my  Son,  and  then  enjoy 

«  Thentmoft  heathen  lands: 
ii  Thy  rod  of  iron  f&all  deitroy 
"   The  rebel  that  withfiands.};> 

5  Be  wife,  ye  rulers  of  the  earth, 

Obey  th*  anointed  Lord  ; 
Adore  "the  king  of  heav'nly  birth, 

And  tremble  at  his  word. 
i,  With  humble  love  addrefs  his  throne  J 

For  if  he  frowns  ye  die  ; 
Thofc  are  fecure,   and  thofealone,' 

Who  on  his  grace  rely. 

P  S  A  L  M    IT.     Long  Metre. 
Chrifi's  death,  rej'tirreci'ion,  atid  afcitifiHii. 

1  \U  HY  did  the  jews  proclaim  their  rage  : 

The  Romans  why  their  fwords  employ 
Again  ft  the  Lord!;   their  powers  engage 
His  dear  Anointed  to  deftroy  J 

2  il    Corse,  let  us  break  his  bands,  they  fay; 

?*  This  man  fhalj  never  give  us  law?,: 
And  thus  they  call  his  yoke  away, 
Anil  nail'd  the  monarch  to  the  crofs. 

3  But  God,   who  high  in  glory  reifin-, 

Latins  at  their  pride,  their  rage  contrciil' 
He'll  fmite  their  hearts  with  io-ward  pains. 
And  fpeak  in  thunder  to  their  H.:.^. 

4  (<  I  will  maintain  the  K'-.t  ,'  ;-.--~e 

*J.  OnZioVseveriaainis'hiir  . 


$  PSALM    S. 

"  Mv  hand  fliall  bring  him  from  the  dead 
"  Aiid  he  fliall  be  your  Sov'reign  ft  in.'' 
IS  His  wond'rous  tiling  from  the  earth 
Makes  his  eternal  Godhead  known  ; 
The  Lord  declares  his  beav'nly  birth; 
u  This  day  have  I  begot  my  Son. 

6  «  Afcend,  my  Son,  to  my  right  hand, 

"  TUeie  thou  (halt  afk,  and  I  beftow 
**  The  utflvpft  bounds  of  heathen  lands  ; 
"  To  thee  their  fuppliaht  tribes  fliall  bow/'J 

7  But  nations  that  refill  his  grace 

Shall  Fall  beneath  his  lifted  red  j 
His  arms  (hall  crulh  th'  impious  race 
That  date  provoke  th'  avenging  God. 

PAUSE. 

8  Now  ye  that  fit  on  earthly  thrones, 

Be  wife,  and  ferve  the  Lord,  the  Lamb  J 
Now  to  his  feet  fubmit  your  crowns, 

Rejoice  and  tremble  at  his  name. 
*?  With  humble  love  addrefs  the  Son, 

Left  he  grow  angry,   and  ye  die  ; 
fr.,  His  wrath  will  burn  to  worlds  unknown, 

His  love  gives  life  above  the  iky. 
20  His  ftorms  fliall  quell   the  ftubborn  foe, 

And  fink  his  honour  in  the  duft : 
Happy  the  fouls  their  God  that  know, 

And  make  his  grace  their  only  truft. 

PSALM    III.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  and  fears  fupprefed  ;  or,  God  our  defence 

from  fin  and  Satan. 
1   iyi  Y  God,  how  many  are  my  tears  ! 
How  fa  ft  my  foes  increafe  i 
Conipiring  my  eternal  death, 
They  break  m>*  prefent  peace. 
%  The  lying  tempter  would  perfuade 
There's  so  relief  i»  Hear  n, 


P    SAL   M    S.  .     W. 

And  all  my  growing  fins  appear 
Too  great  to  be  forgiv'n. 

3  But  thou,  my  glory,  and  my  ftrength, 

Shalt  o*  the  tempter  tread, 
Shalt  filence  all  my  threatening  guilty 
And  raile  my  drooping  head. 

4  [I  ery'd,   and  from  his  holy  hill 

He  bow'd  a  lifl'ning  ear  ; 
I  call'd,  my  Father,  and  ray  God, 

And  he  fubdu'd  my  fear.  .'  v 

5  Ke  (lied  foft  flumbers  on  raine  eves 

In  fpite  of  all  my  fees ; 
I  v/oke,  ajsd  wondered  at  the  "race  • 

That  guarded  my  repofe.l 

6  What  though  the  hofts  of  death  and  he']   , 

All  arm'd  againft  nx  Rood  ; 
Terrors  no  more  mall  fha'ke  Eiy  foul, 
My  refuge  is  my  God. 

7  Arife,  O  Lord,   fulfil  thy  grace,  - 

Whjle  I  thy  glory  fing  : 
My  God  has  broke  the  ferpem/s  teeth', , 
And  death  has  loft  its  fting. 

3  Salvation  to  the  Lord  belongs, 
His  arm  alone  can  fave  : 
Bleffi'ngs  attend  thy  people  here, ,    ■> 
And  reach  beyond  the  grave, 

PS  ALM  III.  ver.  i ,  2,  3,  4,  5,  8'.  Long  Mettev 

A  morning  pfalm . 
I   Q  LORD,  how  many  are  my  foes 

In  this  weak  flate  of  flefh  and  blood  ?. 
My  peace  they  daily  difcompofe  ; 
But  my  defence  and  hope  is  God. 
3  TirM  with  the  burdens  of  the  day, 
To ;t.Kee  I  rais'd  an  ey/ning  crv'j ; 
A  2 


WO  ?I>    S    A    L    M  *5. 

Thou  heard'ft  when  I  began  to  pray. 
And  thine  Almighty  help  was  nigh. 

3  Supported  by  thine  heav'nly  aid 

I  laid  me  down,  and  flept  fecure  ; 
Not  death  fliall  make  my  heart  afraid, 
Though  I  mould  wakrf,  and  rife  no  more. 

4  But  God  fnftains  me  all  the  night; 

Salvation  doth  to  God  belong, 
He  rais'd  my  head  to  fee  the  light, 
And  makes  his  praife  my  morning  fong. 

PSALM  TV.  ver.  1,  2,3,4,5,6,7-  Long  Metre* 

Hearing  of  prayer ;  or,  God  our  portion,  and 

Chri/}  our  hope. 

n    O  ^0(^  °f  £race  a"d  righteoufnefs, 

Hear  and  attend  when  I  complain  ; 
Thou  haft:  enla  rg'dine  in  diftrefs, 
Bow  down  a  gracious  ear  again. 

2  Ye  fons  of  men,  in  vain  ye  try 

To  turn  mv  glory  into  fname: 
.Haw  long  will  fcoffers  love  to  lie, 

And  dare  reproach  my  Saviour's  n  arrfe. 

3  Know  that  the  Lord  divides  his  faints 

From  all  the  tribes  of  men  beiide  : 
He  hears  and  pities  their  complaints, 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Chrift  that  died. 

4  When  our  obedient  hands  have  done 

A  thoufand  works  of  righteoufnefs, 
We  put  our  truft:  in  God  alone, 
And  glory  in  thy  pard'ning  grace. 

5  Let  the  unthinking  many  fay, 

Who  will  beflow  fome  earthly  good  ? 
B»t,  Lord,  thy  light  and  love  we  pray; 
Our  fouls  defire  this  heav'nly  food. 

0  Then  fhall  my  cheerful  pow'rs  rejoice  . 
At  grace  divine,  arcl  love  fo  great, 


P    SAL    M    S.  II. 

>Jor  will  I  change  my  happy  choice, 
.For  ali  their  wealth  and  boafted  ftate. 

P  S  ALM  IV.  ver.-3,  4,  5,  8.  Common  Metre, 
An  evening  pfalm. 

1  T  ORD,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  ; 

I  am  for  ever  thine  ;, 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day?. 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  fin.. 

2  And  while  I  reft  my  weary  head^ 

From  cares  and  bufiuefs  free, 

>T\s  fweet  converfirtg  on  my  bed 

With  my  cwn  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  fecrifice; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 
Great  God,  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Tims,  with  my  thoughts  compos'd  to  peace-, 

I'll  give  my  eyes  to  Ueep; 
Thv  hand  in  safety  keeps  niy  days,. 
.    And  will  my  Siibibefs  keepi 

PS  A  L  M    V..    Common  Metre.. 
For  the  L era's  Hity  'rnomhur. 
1   T  0?vD,  in  the  morning  thou. malt  hear. 
My  voice  afcending  high  ; 
Tdfcthee  wif)  I  direct  my  pray'r, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

g  Up  tq  the  hills  where  Chrifl  is  gone 
To  plead  for  ail  his  faints; 
Presenting  at  hi:  Father's  throne, 
Our  foogs  and  cur  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whole  tight 

The  wicked  (hall  not  Hand  j 

Sinners  $M  ne'er  be  thy  delight, 

Ksr  toll  *\  thy  right  Utnd* 


12  PS    AX   M    S. 

A-  But  to  thy  honfe  will  I  refort, 
To  tafte  thy  mercies  there  ; 
I  will  frequent  thine  bcly  court, 
And  worfhip  in  thy  fear. 

5   O  may  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  ®f  righteonfnefs ; 
Make  ev'ry  path  of  duty  ftraight, 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

PAUSE. 

♦6   My  watchful  enemies  combine 
To  tempt  my  feet  aftrayj 
They  flatter  with  a  bafe  defign 
To  make  my  foul  their  prey. 
7  Lord,  crufh  the  ferpent  in  the  dud, 
And  all  his  plots  deftroy  ; 
While  thofe  that  in  thy  mercy  trufr, 
For  ever  fhout  for  joy. 
°  The  men  that  love  and  fear  thy  name, 
Shall  fee  their  hopes  fulfil'd  ; 
The  mighty  God  will  compafs  them, 
With  favour,  as  a  fnield. 

PSALM    VI.     Common  Metre. 

Complaint  in  ftchiefs  ;  or ,  Difeafes  healed, 
%  J_N  anger,   Lord,   do  not  chaftife, 
Withdraw  the  dreadful  ftorm, 
Nor  let  thine  awful  wrath  arife 
Againft  a  feeble  worm. 

2  My  foul  bow'd  down  with  heavy  carest 

My  Hem  with  pain  opprefs'd, 
My  couch  is  witnefs  to  my  tear. 
My  tears  forbid  my  reft. 

3  Sorrow  and  grief  wear  out  my  days: 

I  watte  the  night  with  cries, 
And  count  the  minutes  as  they  pafs, 
'Till  the  flow  morning  rife. 


PS    A    L  -M    S. 

4  Shall  I  be  ftili  tormented  more  ? 

My  eyes  confum'd  with  grief? 
How  long,  rny  God,  how  long,  before 
Thine  hand  affords  relief? 

5  Ke  hears  his  mourning  children  fpeck, 

He  pities  aH  our  groans, 
He  faves  us  for  his  mercy  fake, 
And  heals  our  broken  bones. 

'6  The  virtue  of  his  fcV reign  word 
Reftores  oiar  fainting  breath  ; 
For  filent  graves  praife  not  the  Lord, 
■Her  is  he  known  in  deajh. 

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PSALM   VI.     Long  Metre. 
Tempt, tiotts  in ficknefs  overcome, 

3   LORD,  I  can  fuffer  thy  rebukes, 

When  thou  with  kindnefs  doth  chaflife 
But  thy  fierce  wrath  I  cannot  bear, 
O  let  it  not  againft  me  rife. 

2  Pity  my  languifhing  eftate, 

And  eafe  the  forrows  that  I  feel , 
The  wounds  thine  heavy  hands  hath  made, 
O  let  thy  gentler  touches  he -.1  ! 

3  See  how  in  fjghs  I  pafs  my  days, 

And  wafte  in  groans  the  weary  night : 
My  bed  is  water'd  with  my  tears; 
.  My  grief  confumes  and  dints  my  fight. 

4  Look  how  the  powers  of  nature  move  ? 

How  long,  almighty  Lord,  how  long? 
When  mall  thine  hour  of  grace  return  ? 
When  fhall  I  make  thy  grace  my  fong? 

5  I  feel  my  flefti  fo  near  the  grave, 

My  thoughts  are  tempted  to  defpair  ; 
But  graves  can  never  praife  the  Lord,, 
For  all  is  dqft  and  filence  there. 


V4  PSALMS. 

6  Depart,  ye  tempters  from  my  for.!, 
And  all  defpairing  thoughts  depart; 
My  God  who  hears  my  humble  moan, 
Will  eafe  my  flefh,  and  cheer  my  heart, 

PSALM    VII.     Common  Metrp. 

Cad's  are  of  his  people,  an  I  puniJltr.CKt  of 
perfecutors. 

1  MY  trnft  ^  in  ,n.v  heav'nly  Friend, 

My  hope  in  thee,   mv  God  : 
Rife,   and  my  helplefs  life  defend 
From  thofe  that  feek  my  blood. 

2  With  in  lb  1«  nee  and  fury  they 

My  foul  in  pieces'  tear, 
As  hungry  lions  rend  the  prey 
When  no  deliv'rer^  near. 

3  If  e'er  mv  pri  i?  provoked  them  firft, 

Or  ©nee  abus'd  my  foe, 
Then  let  them  tread  my  life  to  dufr,    • 
And  lay  mine  honour  low. 

4  If  there  be  malice  found  in  mc, 

I  know  thy  piercing  eyes  ; 
I 'mould  not  dare  appeal  to  thee, 
Nor  a  fie  my  God  to  rife. 

5  Arifg,   mv  God,  lift  up  thy  hand-, 

'Their  pride  and  power  contra:,!; 
Awake  to  judgment  and  command 
Deliverance  for  my  foul. 

PAUSE. 

6  [Let  finners  and  their  wicked  rkge 

Be  humblei  ro  the  duft  ; 
Shall  not  the  God  of  truth  (engage 
To  vindicate  the  jaft* 
/  He  knows  the  heart,  he  trie-,  ths  felft^ 
V&  will  iefsad  W  upright} 


P    S    A    L   M    S. 

His  fharpeft  arrows  he  ordains 

Againit  the  fons  of  ipight- 
S  Though  leagu'd  in  guile,  their  mr.iice  fpread, 

A  fhare  before  ray  way, 
Their  mifchiefs  oh  their  impious  head 

His  vengeance  foali  repay.] 

<)  That  cruel  per  Teeming  race 

Mud  feed  his  dreadful  fword  ; 
Awake,  my  foul,  and  praife  tke  grace 
And"  juftice  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM   VIII.     Short  Metre, 

God'sfovereigr.t-j  and   gaodtiefs,  -and  man's  do-, 
minion  over  the  creature s, 

1  Q  LORD,  our  heav'nly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread3 
And  o'er  the  heav'ns  they  fbine. 

2  When  to  thy  works  on  high 

I  raife  my  wond'ring  eyes, 
And  fee  the  moon  complete  in  light} 

Adorn  the  darkfome  Ikies ; 
•g  When  I  furvey  the  (tars, 

And  all  their  (Inning  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  worthlefs  thing, 

A  kin  to  duft  and  worms  ? 

4  Lord,  what  is  worthlefs  man, 

That  thou  mould  love  him  fo  ? 
Next  to  thine  angeh  he  is  plac'd. 
And  lord  of  all  below. 


While  beafts,  like  flaves,  obey, 
And  birds  that  cut  the  air  with  wirigtj 
And  fifii  that  cleave  the  fea. 
'6  How  rich  thy  bounties  aie 

And  wond'rous  are  tlfy  ways  1 


1  l£  PSALMS. 

Of duft:  and  worms  thy  power  can  frame  • 
A  monument  of  praife. 

7  [From  mouths  of  feeble  babes 

And  fucklings  thou  can'ft  draw 
Surprising  honors  to  thy  name, 
And  ftrike  the  world  with  awe. 

8  O  Lord,  our  heav'nly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  fpread ' 
And  o'er  tbe  heav'ns  they  fliwie.]       ' 

PSALM    VIII.     Common  Metre. 
(thrift's  coniefcenfton  and  glorification  ;  or,  God 
??>iide  f/ian. 

1  O  Lorf,»  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great 

Is  tliine  exalted  name  ? 
The  glories  of  thy  heav'nly  ftate  : 
Let  men  and  babes  proclaim. 

2  When  1  behold  thy  works  on  high, , 

The  moon  that  rules  the  night, 

And  fhining  ftars  that  grace  the  fky,  . 

Thofe  moving  worlds  of  Jight, 

3  Lord,  what  is  man,  or  all  his  race, 

Who  dwells  fo  far  below, 
That  thou  fhould'ft  vifit  him  with  grace. 
And  love  his  nature  for 
.  4-' That  thine  eternal  Son  mould  bear 
To  take  a  mortal  form, 
Made  lower  than  his  angels  are, 
To  fave  a  dying  worm. 
5  Yet  while  he  liv'd  on  earth  unknown, 
And  men  would  not  adore, 
Behold  obedient  nature  own 
His  Godhead  and  his  pow'r. 
v  The  waves  lay  fpread  beneath  his  feet, 
And  &fh7  at  hh  ccflnxngj;d; 


E  '  : 

B  i 

7  the 

Snoiie  through  t 
New  we  bieUol 
And  men  con.-; 

8  fcethim  with  maj  :i     '■-.■-. 

Who  bo^'d  iiis  h<  id        t  sail  ; 
And  his  eternal  jjontjucs  fan 

From  all  fhin?s  l&ai  have  breatfi. 

9  Jefus,  our  Lord,  how  worid'rpiis7 great 

Is  thine  exaked  nan/e  ! 
The  giories  or"  thine  heavenly  ftate 
Let  the  whole  earth  proclaim. 

PSALM  VIII.  ver.  r,   2.  paraphrafed. 

Pirfl  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  hofanna  of  the  children  ;  or,   Infants  traifing 
God. 

1  ALMIGHTY  ruler  of  the  Ikies, 

Thro'  the  wide  earth  thy  name  is  fpread, 
And  thine  eternal  glories  rife 
O'er  all  all  the  heav'nsthyhands  have  made. 

2  To  thee  the  voices  of  the  young 

Their  founding  notes  of  honour  raife  ; 
And  babes,  with  uninflructed  tongue, 
Declare  the  wonders  of  thy  praife. 

3  Thy  power  aflifts  their  tender  age 

To  bring  proud  rebels  to  the  ground, 
To  ftill  the  bold  blafphemer's  rage, 
And  all  their  policies  confound. 

4  Children  amidft  thy  temple  throng- 

To  fee  their  great  Redeemer's  face  \ 
The  Son  of  David  is  their  fang, 
And  loud  hofapnas  fill  the  place. 


18  PSALMS. 

5  The  frowning  fcribes  and  angry  priefte 
In  vain  thcirimpious  cavils  bring  ; 
Revenge  fits  filent  in  their  breafts, 
While  J»wiih  babes  proclaim  their  King. 

PSALM  VIII.  ver..  3,  frc.  paraph rafed. 

Second  Part.  Long  Metre. 

■Adam  andChrifiy  lords  ofthi  old  amine-* creation. 

1  LORD,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firir 

Adam,   the  offspring  of  the  d-jfr, 
That  thou  mould  fet  him  and  his  race 
But  juit  below  an  angel's  place  f 

2  That  thou  mould  raife  his  nature  fa, 

And  make  him  lord  of  all  below, 
Make  every  beaft  and  bird  fubmit, 
And  lay  the  fi flies  at  his  feet  ? 

3  But  O  !  what  brighter  glories  wait 

To  crown  the  fecond  Adam's  ftate! 
What  honours  ftiali  thy  Son  adorn, 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born  ? 

4  See  him  below  his  angels  made  ; 

Beho!d  him  numcer'd  with  the  dead 
To  lave  aruin'd  world  from  fin  ; 
But  he  fliall  reign  with  power  divine. 

5  The  world  to  come,  redeem'd  from  ail 

The  miseries  that  attend  the  fall, 
New-made  and  gbvious,  iliail  fubmit 
At  o vi r  exalted  Saviour's  feet; 

PSALM  IX.    Firft  part.    Common  Metre. 

Wrath  and  mercy  from  the  juigntfini-fedt, 

I   \ylTH  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fo::£, 
Thy  wonjfers  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thou  fov'reign  Judge  of  right  and  wrong 
Wilt  put  thy  fuss  to  fhamc. 


PSALMS.  ip 

2  I'll  P.ng  thy  msjefty  and  grace  ; 

My  God  prepares  his  throne 
To  judge  the  world  in  righteoufneft, 
And  make  his  vengeance  known. 

3  Then  (hall  the  Lord  a  refuge  prove 

For  all  the  poor  opprefs'd; 
To  .ave  the  people  of  his  love. 
And  give  the  weary  reft. 

4  The  men  that  know  thy  name  will  truft 

In  thy  abundant  grace  : 
For  thou  haft  ne'er  forfook  the  juft, 
Who  humbly  feek  thy  face. 

5  Sing  praifes  to  the  righteous  Lord, 

Who  dwells  on  Zion's  hi]], 
Who  executes  his  threatening  word, 
Whofe  works  his  grace  fulfil. 

PSALM  IX.    ver.  i  2.    Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  tbtfdom  and  equity  of  Providence. 

2  "^y  HEN  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft? 
Shall  once  enquire  for  blood, 
The  humble  fouls  that  mourn  in.  duft 
Shall  find  a  faithful  God. 

2  He  from  the  dreadful  gates  of  death 

Does  his  own  children  raife; 
In  Zion's  gate^,  with  cheerful  breath, 
They  fing  their  Father's  praife. 

3  His  foes  fnall  fall,  with  heedlefs  feet 

Into  the  pit  they  made  : 
And  finners  perilh  in  the  nee 

That  their  own  hands  have  fore  ad. 

4  Thusby  thy  judgment,  mighty  God, 

Are  thy  deep  counfels  known  ; 
When  men  of  mifchief  are  r    i l-oy'd 
In  fna:es  that  were  their  o\y..>  , 


20  PSALM  S. 

PAUSE. 

5  The  wicked  fhall  fink  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  wrath  devour  the  lands, 
That  dare  forget  thee,    or  rebel 
Againft  thy  known  commands, 

6  Though  faints  to  fore  diftrefs  are  brought 

And  wait  and  long  complain, 

Their  cms  fhall  never  be  foraor 

Nor  fhall  their  hopes  be  vafn. 

7  [Rife,  great  Redeemer,  from  thv  feat, 

To  judge  and  fave  the  poor, 
Let  nations  tremble  at  thy  feet 
And  man  prevail  no  more. 
8  Thy  thunder  fhall  affright  the  proud, 
And  put  their  hearts  to  pain, 
Make  them  confefs  that  thou  art  God, 
And  they  but  feeble  men.] 

PSALM    X.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  heard,   and fat nt s  fave d ;  or,   Pride,   athe- 

ifm,  andopprejfionpunifbed. 

For  a  humiliation  day. 

1  WHY  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far, 

And  why  conceal  his  face. 

When  great  calamities  appear, 

And  times  of  deep  diftrefs  \ 

2  Lord,  fhall  the  wicked  ftill  deride 

Thy  juilice  and  thy  laws  \ 
Shall  they  advance  their  heads  in  pride, 
And  flight  the  righteous  caufe. 

3  They  caft  thy  judgments  from  their  f^ht, 

And  then  infult  the  poor  ; 
They  boaft  in  their  exalted  height, 
That  they  fhall  fall.no  more. 

4  Arife,  O  God,  lift  up  thine  hand, 

Attend  oar  husibifi  cry; 


PSALMS* 

No  enesny  (hall  dare  to  ftand 
When  God  afcends  on  high. 

PAUSE. 

5  Why  do  the  men  of  malice  rage, 

And  fay,  with  foolifh  pride, 
"  The  God  ef  heav'n  will  ne'er  engage 
"  To  fight  on  Zion's  fide." 

6  But. thou  forever  art  our  Lord, 

And  powerful  is  thine  hand, 
As  when  the  heathens  felt  thy  f\vord5 
And  perim'd  from  thy  land. 

7  Thou  wilt  prepare  our  hearts  to  pray? 

And  caufe  thine  ear  to  hear  ; 
Accept  the  vows  thy  children  pay, 

An.d  free  thy  faints  from  fear. 
%  Proud  tyrants  fhall  no  more  opprefs, 

No  more  defpiie  the  juft: 
And  mighty  finners  {hall  confefs, 

They  are  but  earth  and  duft. 

PSALM   XI.     Long  Metre. 

God  loves  the  righteous  and  hales  the  -wicked. 

1  ]y|Y  refuge  is  the  God  of  love; 

Why  do  my  foes  iufult  and  cry, 
*'  Fly  like  a  tim'rous  trembling  dove. 
To  diftant  woods  or  mountains  fiy." 

2  If  government  be  once  deftroy'd, 

(That  firm  foundation  of  our  peace} 
And  violence  make  juftice  void, 

Where  (hall  the  righteous  feek  redrefs  ? 

3  The  Lord  in  heav'u  has  fix'd  his  throne, 

His  eye  furveys  the  world  below  : 
To  him  all  mortal  tilings,  are  known  ; 
His  eye-lids  fearchour  fpirits  through. 

4  If  he  afflicts  his  faints  fo  far 

To  provig  their  love,  and  try  their  grade 


22.  PSALMS. 

What  may  the  bold  tranfgreflors  fear  \ 
His  foul  abhors  their  wicked  ways. 

5  On  impious  wretches  he  fliali  rain 

Sulphureous  flames  of  wafting  death, 
Such  as  he  kindled  on  the  plain 
Of  Sodom,  with  his  angry  breath. 

6  The  righteous  Lord  loves  righteous  fouls, 

Whofe  thoughts  and  aftions  are  fmcere, 
And  with  a  gracious  eye  beholds 
The  men  that  his  own  image  bear. 

PSALM  XII.     Long  Metre. 

The  faints  fifety  and  hope  in  evil  times  ;  or,  Sins 
of  the  tongue  complained  of,  viz.  blafphew^ 
julJboody  &rc. 

1  ^LMIGHTY  God,  appear  and  fave  I 

For  vice  and  vanity  prevail  : 
The  godly  perilh  in  the  grave, 
The  juft  depart,  the  faithful  fail. 

2  The  whole  difcourfe,  when  crowds  are  met, 

Is  filPd  with  trifles  loofe  and  vain  ; 
Their  lips  are  flatt'ry  and  deceit, 
And  their  proud  language  is  profane. 

3  But  lips  that  with  deceit  abound 

Shall  not  maintain  their  triumph  long  : 
The  God  of  vengeance  will  confound 
The  flattering  and  blafpheming  tongue. 

4  "  Yet  (hall  our  words  be  free,  they  cry  : 

M  Our  tongues  (hall  be  controul'd  by  none: 
"  Where  isihe  Lord,  will  afk  us  why  ? 
"  Or  fay,  onr  lips  are  not  our  own  if' 

5  The  Lord,  who  fees  the  poor  opprefs'd, 

And  hears  th'  oppreflor's  haughty  (lain, 
Will  rife  to  give  his  children  reft, 
Nor  Ihall  they  truft  his  word  in  vain. 


P    S    A   L    M    S.  23 

6  Tby  word,  O  Lord,  though  often  try'd 

Void  ef  deceit  final]  ftill  appear; 
Not  iilver,   fev'n  times  purify'd 

From  drofsand  mixture,    ihines  fo  clear. 

7  Thy  grace  {hall  in  the  darkeft  hour 

Defend  from  danger  and  furprife  ; 
Though  when  Hie  vileft  men  have  pow'r, 
On  ev'ry  fide  opprelTors  rife. 

PSALM   XII-    Common  Metre. 

Cetnphint  of  general  corruption  of  manners  ;  or9 
*  The  promrfe.  and  ftgns  of  Chrift's    coming  to 
judgment. 

1  OELP,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail,. 

Religion  lofes  ground? 

The  ions  of  violence  prevail,, 

And  treacheries  abound. 

2  Their  oaths  and  protnifes  they  break,. 

Yet  aft  the  flatterer's  part  ; 
With  fair  deceitful  lips  they  ipeak, 

And  with  a  double  heart. 
a  If  we  reprove  fome  hateful  lie, 

They  fcorn  our  faithful  word; 
**■  Are  not  our  lips  our  own,"  they  cry., 

"  And  who  {hall  be  our  Lord  ?" 

4  Scoffers  appear  orr  ev'ry  fide, 

Where  a  vile  race  of  men 
Is  rais'd  to  feats  of  pow'r  and  pride., 
Andbears  the  fword  in  vain, 

PAUSE. 

5  Lord,  when  iniquities  abound, 

And  falafphemy  grows  bold,- 
Where  faith  is  rarely  to  be  found.,. 
And  love  is  waxing  cold  ; 

6  Is  not  thy  chariot  haft'ning  on  ? 

Jlaft  tjjou  not  giv'n  £he  fign  ? 


24  PAL   M    S. 

May  we  not  truft  and  live  upon 
A  promife  lb  divine  ? 

7  "  Yes,  faith  the  Lord,  now  will  I  rife 

"And  make  th'  oppreflbrs  flee  ;       ' 
I  mall  appear  to  their  furprife, 
"  And  fet  my  fervants  free." 

8  Thy  word,  like  filver  fev'n  times  try'd 

Through  ages  mall  endure  ; 
The  men  that  in  thy  truth  confide 
Shall  find  thy  promife  fore. 

PSALM   XIII.     Common  Metre. 

Comphlnt  under  temptation  of  the  devil 

1  £JOW  iong  wilt  thou  conceal  thy  face  \ 

My  God  how  long  delav  > 
When  mall  I  feel  thofe  heav'nly  rays 
That  chafe  my  fears  away  ? 

2  How  long  fhall  my  poor  laboring  foul 

Wreftle  and  toil  in  vain  ? 
Thy  word  can  all  my  foes  controul, 
And  eafe  my  raging  pain. 

3  See  how  the  prince  of  darknefs  tries 

All  his  malicious  arts  ; 
He  fpreads  a  mid  around  my  eyes, 
And  throws  his  fiery  darts. 

4  Be  thou  my  fun,  and  thou  my  fliield, 

My  foul  in  fafety  keep; 
Make  bafte,  before  my  eyes  are  feaPd 
In  death's  eternal  fleep. 

5  How  mould  the  tempter  boaft  aloud 

Should  I  become  his  prey  ? 
Behold  the  fons  of  hell  grow  proud 
To  fee  thy  long  delay. 

6  But  they  (hall  Cy  at  thy  rebuke, 

And  Satan  h'ule  his  head  ; 
He  knows  '-.'.is  terror;:  cf  thv  look, 
And  bears  thy  voice  with  dread. 


P    S     A    L    M    S.  ry.r 

7  Thou  wilt  difplay  that  fov'reien  grace 
Whence  all  my  comforts  fpring  : 
I  mall  employ  my  lips  in  praife, 
And  thy  falvation  fing. 

P  S  A  L  M     XIV.  FirO:  part.  Common  Metre' 

By  nature  all  men  are  finn&rs. 
J  pOOLS,  hi  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay, 
"  That  all  religion's  vain, 
«  There  is  no  God  that  reigns  on  hi2h 
"  Or  minds  th'  affairs  of  men." 

2  From  thoughts  fo  dreadful  and  profane 

Corrupt  difcourfe  proceeds; 
And  in  their  impious  hands  are' found 
Abominable  deeds. 

3  The  Lord  from  his  celefiia!  thrqne 

Look'd  down  on  things  below, 
"To  find  the  man  that  fought  his  grace9 
Or  did  his  juftice  know. 

4  By  nature  all  are  gone  ailray; 
Theirpra^ice  all  the  fame; 

There's  none  that  fears  his  Maker's  hand. 
There's  none  that  loves  his  name. 

5  .Their  tongues  are  us'd  to  fpeak  deceit, 
Their  fianders  never  ceafe-; 

How  fw'ift  to  mifc'iief  are  their  feet* 
Nor  know  the  paths  of  peace. 

6  Such  feeds  of  fin  (that  bitter  root) 
In  ev'ry  iieart  are  found  ; 

Nor  can  they  bear  diviner  fruit, 
'Till  grsce  refine  the  ground. 

PSALM  XIV.  Second  part.  Common  M£lrto*. 

The  faify-  of'ferfecutors. 
3  A^"^  ^inners  n°w  fo  fenfelefs  grown 
That  tbey  thy  faints  devour  £ 
B 


26 


PSALMS. 


And  never  worfhip  at  thy  throne 
Nor  fear  thine  awful  pow'r  ? 

2  Great  God,  appear  to  their  furpiife  ! 

Reveal  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
Let  them  no  more  thy  wrath  defpife, 
Not*  turn  our  hope  to  fliame. 

3  Doft  thou  not  dwell  among  the  juft? 

And  yet  our  foes  deride, 
That  we  mould  make  thy  name  our  tru$  ; 
Great  God  confound  their  pride. 

4  O  that  the  joyful  day  were  come 

To  flnim  our  dlftrefs  ! 
When  God  fnall  bring  his  children  home 
Our  longs  ihall  never  ceafe. 

PSALM  XV.     Common  Metre. 
Char  afters  of  a  faint,  or  a  citizen  $f  Zion  •  or 

•  the  qualific..titns  of  a  ChrijUan* 
1  WHO  (hall  inhabit  in  thy  hill, 
O  God  of  holinefs? 
Whom  will  the  Lord  admit  to  dwell 
So  near  his  throne  of  grace  ? 

3  The  man  that  walks  in  pious  ways, 
And  works  with  righteous  hands ; 
That  trufts  his  Maker's  promised  grace, 
And  follows  his  commands. 

3  He  fpeaks  the  meaning  of  his  heart, 

Nor  flanders  with  his  tongue  : 
Will  fcaree  believe  in  ill  report, 
Nor  do  his  neighbour  wrong. 

4  The  wealthy  finner  he  contemns, 

Loves  all  that  fear  the  Lord ; 
And  though  to  his  own  hurt  he  fwears,, 
Still  he  performs  his  word. 

5  His  hands  difdain  a  golden  bribe, 

And  never  wrong  the  poor  t 


P    S    A   L   M    S.  27, 

Tim  man  fhafl  dwell  with  God  on  earth 
Aid  End  his  beav'n  Secure. 

PSALM   XV.     Long   Metre. 
Religion  andjuflice,  goodnefi  andtrztth,  or  duties 
to  God  and  man;    o.-,     The  qualifications    of  a 

Chrijtia  n. 

\yRO  (halJ  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place, 

Great  God,  nnd  dwell  before  thy  face  ?- 
The  man  that  mi^ds  religion  now, 

And  humbly  walks  with  God  below. 
Whofe  hands  are  pure,   wbofe  heart  is  clean  ; 

Whofe  lips  Qill  fpeak  the  thing  they  mean  j 
No  flandars  dwell  upon  his  tongue  : 

He  hates  to. do  his  neighbour  wrong. 
-3  Scarce  will  he  truft  an  ill  report 

Or  vent  ic  to  his  neighbour's  hurt : 
Sinners  offtate  he  can'defpife, 

But  faints  are  honour'd  in _  his  eyes.] 

4  Firm  to  his  word  he  ever  flood, 

And  always  makes  his.promife  good  : 
Nor  dares  to  change   the  thing  he  fwears. 
Whatever  pain  or  iofs  he  bears.] 

5  He  never  deals  in  bribing  gold; 

And  mourns  that  juftice  mould  be  fold  i 
While  others  fcorn  and  rob  the  poor, 

Sweet  Charity  attends  his  door.J 
He  loves  his  enemies,  and  prays 

For  tbofe  that  curfe  him  to  his  face  ; 
And  doth  to  all  men  iiiU  the  fame 

That  he  would  hope  or  wifh  from  them, 
Yet,  when  his  holieft  works  are  done 

His  foul  depends  on  grace  alone  : 
This  is  the  man  thy  face  fhall  fee, 

And  dwell  for  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 


33  ; 


28  P 

PSALM  X  .  Loag  Met] 

Coxfejion  of  our  :    i  ■  '■  s  the  beft  cot 

paxj;   or,  Osci  i  8/  Gtf^ 

i   PRESERVE  me,  L  me  of  need, 

For  luccuut  to  thy  throne  I  flee 
But  have  no  merits  ti.eie  to  plead  : 
My  goodnels  cannot  reach  to  thee. 

2  Oft  have  my  heart  and  tongue  confefs'd 

How  empty  and  how  poor  I  am  : 

My  praife  can  never  make  thee  blefs'd, 

Nor  add  ne  .v  glories  to  thy  name. 

3  Yet,  Lord,   thy  faints  on  earth  may  reap 

Some  profit  by  the  good  we  do  ; 
Thefe  are  the  company  I  keep, 

Thefe  are  the  choicefl  friends  I  know. 

4  Let  others  choofe  the  fons  of  mirth 

To  give  a  relifh  to  their  wine, 
I  love  the  men  of  heav'nly  birth, 

Whofe  thoughts  and  language  are  divine* 
P  S  A  L  M    XVI.  Second  part.  Long  Metre. 

Ckrifl's  aU-fufflciency. 
i   PJOW  fail  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife, 
Who  hafle  to  feek  fome  idol-god  \ 
I  will  not  tafte  their  facrifke, 

Their  off 'rings  of  forbidden  blood, 
s  My  God  provides  a  richer  cup, 
And  nobler  food  to  live  upon, 
He  for  my  life  has  offered  up 
Jei'us,  his  heft  beloved  Son. 

3  His  love  is  my  perpetual  feaft ; 

By  day  his  couniels  guide  me  right  : 
And  be  his  name  for  ever  blefs'd 

Who  gave  me  fweet  advice  by  night. 

4  I  fet  him  ftiii  before  mine  eyes; 

At  my  right  har.d  be  fiand's  prepar'd 


PSA 

To  keep  my  foul  from  all 

And  be  my  everlading  guas  " 

PSALM  XVI.     Third  part.     Long  MJetr*. 

Courage  in  death,   and  hope  of  the  refurrect.'ov. 

1  WHEN  God  h  niSh>  m?  faith  »  ftrpng, 

His  arm  is  an  almighty  prop  : 
Be  glad,  my  bean,  rejoice,   my  tongue, 
My  dying  fiefh  mall  reft  in  hope. 

2  Though  in  theduft  I  lav  mine  head, 

Yet,  gracious  God,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
My  foul  for  ever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lofe  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

3  My  flefli  (ball  thy  firft  call  obey, 

Shake  off  the  duft,  and  rile  on  high  ; 
Then  (halt  thou  lead  the  v.  ond'rous  way 
Up  to  thy  throne  above  the  &y. 

4  There  ftreams  of  enclefs  pieafure  flow; 

And  full  discoveries  of  thv  grace, 
(Which  we  but  tailed  here  below) 
Spread  heavenly  joys  through  all  the  place. 

PSALM   XVI.     ver.  i  ,—8.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

'Support  and  counfel  from  God  -without  merit, 

a  SAVE  «ie,  O  Lord,  from  ev'ry  foe  ; 
In  thee  my  truft  I  place, 
Though  all  the  good  that  I  can  do 
Can  ne'er  deferve  thy  grace; 

2  Yet  if  my  God  prolong  my  breath, 

The  faints  may  ftill  rejoice, 
The  faints,  the  glory  of  the  earth, 
The  people  of  my  choice, 

3  Let  heathens  to  their  idols  hafle, 

And  worship  wood  or  ftone  ; 
But  my  delightful  lot  is  cafe 
Where  the  true  God  is  known. 


p  s   a  t  \r    >. 

:i;shandP-  eonftantfood, 

t:  .-up; 

I  Pfeas'd  with  prefent  good 
:;ope, 

5  L'  •  and  mv  j 

His  counfeh  are 

e*  bv  dav 
And  gentle  hints  bv  n 

6  Mv  foul  would  all  :s  approve 

1  o  his  all-feeing  eve  ; 

n>y  hope  fhall  move 
tk  luch  a  triei:d  is  R 

PSALM  XVI.    Second  part.  Common  V 

i   M  J  SET  the  Lord  before  my 

o  ; 
"   v  their  toys  e^pr-f 

••-I  reft  in  hope.      ■     ^^ 
a  «  Myfpirir,  Lord,  thou  wilt  not  leave 
44  Where  fouls  departed  are  } 
"  Nor  quit  wy  body  to  the  grave 

er», 
'   Thou  wi':  «  path  of  life 

-'  to  tbv  thrc 
"  Thv  -  ve, 

4  [Thus  in  the  ;  :he  Lq. 

And 
Of  hi:  p; 

5  T~ 

-etlcres  ! 


P    i>    A    L    M    ',. 

There  fit*  the  Son  »t  Go< 

And  thete  the  Fatbei  ... 

PS  A  LM   XVII.    rer-  j:.  . 

Portion  of  faints  end  fmnf.r:  andi  j(m 

fpeir   in  ■ 
i  ^RISE,  my  grade       G 

And  make  the  wicked  :,cc  ; 
Tbey  are  but  ^ 

To  drive 

2  Behold  the  finner  die?, 

Hi: 
Here,  in  this  life,  bit  pieaiurc  He* 

And  all  beyond  is  pi 

3  Then  let  bis  : .  -  rp, 

Ard  boa-fl  of  all  hit  ft  ore  ; 
"!r      Tb«  Lord  it  n  auce, 

M  J  -.  re . 

4  I  (hall  behold  the  face 

Of  my  forgiving  God  ; 

Vd  in  my  V.  id. 

5  T  '' 

D't-h/ri  :•  :•  tfty  So- 

And  drav.-  im  jf'fj. 

PSALM    XVII.     twgjtefy^ 

Th?  fa*fr*.  portion  a»d faints,  hope  ;  0 .-.  f% t  },c^ 
tn  vf  intr..U  fu,h  and  t& ■  rtfrnrleHign. 

I    LOAD,   Iarnthhe;    but  thou 

-' 
0  n:e;i  of  ;' 


32  PSALM    S. 

'Tis  all  they  feek  ;   they  take  their  mares; 
And  leave  the  relfc  among  their  heirs. 

3  What  Tinners  value,  I  refign; 

Lord,  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine : 

I  mall  behold  thy  blifsful  face, 

And  ftand  complete  in  righteoufnefs. 

4  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  mow  ; 
But  the  bright  world,  to  which  I  go, 
Hath  joys  fubftanrial  and  fmcere  ; 
When  fhail  I  wake,  and  find  ire  there  ? 

5"  O  glorious  hour  !   O  bled  abode  ! 
I  mall  be  near,  and  like  my  God; 
And  flefh  agd  fin  no  more  confront 
The  facred  pleafures  of  the  foul. 

6  My  flefh  (hall  flumber  in  the  ground, 
'Till  the  laft  trumpet's  joyful  found  : 
Then  bnrlt  the  chains  with  fweet  furprife 
And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rife. 

PSALM    XVIII.     ver.   1,-9.   15,-18. 

Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  defpair ;   or,  Temptation 
overcome. 
2  'pHEE  will  I  love,    O  Lord,  my  ftrength, 
My  rock,  my  tow'r,  ifljr  high  defence* 
Thy  mighty  arm  IhalJ  be  my  truft, 
Fori  have  found  falvation  thence. 

2  Death,  and  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Stood  round  me  with  their  difmal  made, 
While  floods  of  high  temptations  rofe, 
And  made  my  finking  foul  afraid. 

3  I  faw  the  opening  gates  of  hell, 

With  endlefs  pains  and  forrows  there, 
(Which  none  but  they  that  feel  can  tell) 
v         While  I  was  hurry'd  in  defpair. 
V  In  my  diftrefs  I  call'd  my  God, 

When  I  coiUd  fcare  believe  him  mine, 


PSALMS.  33 

He  bmv'd  his  ear  to  my  com-plaint ; 
And  prov'd  his  favir.g  grace, divine* 

5  [With  fpeed  he  flew  to  my  relief, 

As  on  a  cherub,  wing'd  be  rode  ; 
Awful  and  bright  as  light'umg  fnone 
The  face  of  my  deliverer  God. 

6  Temptations  fled  at  his  rebuke,   . 

The  blaft.  of  his  almighty  breath  ; 
He  fent  lalvation  from  on  high, 

And  drew  me  from  the  deeps  of  deatfc.j 

7  Great  .were- ray  fears,  my  foes  were  great, 

Much-  was  their   ftrengtb,  and  more  their 
But  Chrift,  my  Lord,  is  c-onqu'ror  ftill    [ragej 
la  all  the  wars  the  proud  can  wage. 

8  My  fong  for  ever,  mall  record 

That  terrible,  that  joyful  hour ;  , 
And  give  the  glory  to  the  Lord 
Due  to  his  mercy  and  his  power. 

PSALM   XVIIL  .ver.  26,  26.  -.  Long.Metre,   - 

Second  part. 

Sincerity  proved  and  rewarded. 

1  J^QRD,  thou  haft:  f^ea  my  foul  fincere, 

Haft  made  thy  love  and  trutn  appear  ;   , 
Before  mine  eyes  I  fet  thy  laws, 
And  thou  haft  own'd  my  righteous  caufe.,   . 

2  Since  I  have  learn'd  thy  holy  ways, 
I've  waik/d  upright  before  thy  face  : 
Or  if  my  feet  did  e'er  depart, 

Thy  love  reciaim'd  my  war.d'ring  heart. 

3  What  fore  temptations  broke  my  reft  ! 
What  wars  and  itiugg'ings  in  my  breafb  ! 
But  through  thy  grace  that  reigns  v/ithiiij,    . 
I  guard  again!!  my  darling  tin. 

4  That  fin  that  clofe  befets  me  full, 
Tiiat.,works  and  ftrives  again  ft  my  will; 

B  3 


34  PSALMS. 

When  (hall  thy  Spirit's  fov'reign  pow'r 
Deftroyit,  that  it  rife  no  more. 

5  With  an  impartial  hand,  the  Lord 
Deals  out  to  mortals  their  reward: 
The  kind  and  faithful  foul  fhall  find 
A^God  as  faithful  and  as  kind. 

6  And  men  that  love  revenge  fhall  know, 
God  hath  an  arm  of  vengeance  too. 
The  juit  and  pure  fhall  ever  lay, 

Thou  art  more  pure,  more  juft  than  they. 

PSALM    XVIII.    ver.30,  3 r,34,35,46, &rc. 
Third  part.    Long  Metre. 

Rejoicing  in  God  ;  or,  Solvation  and  triumph. 

1  IUST  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word, 

Great  Rock  of  my  fccure  abode  : 
Who  is  a  God  befides  the  Lord? 
Gr  where's  a  refuge  like  our  God  J 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  fword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  fin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  falvation  for  my  ihield. 

3  He  lives,  and  bleffings  crown  his  reign, 

The  God  of  my  falvation  lives, 
The  dark  defigns  of  hell  are  vain  ; 

While  heav'nly  peace  my  Father  gives. 

4  Before  the  fcoifers  of  the  age, 

I  will  exalt  my  Father's  name, 
Nor  tremble  at  their  mighty  rage, 

But  meet  reproach  and  bear  the  fhame. 

5  To  David  and  his  royal  feed 

Thy  grace  for  ever  fhall  extend  ; 
Thy  love  to  faints,  in  Chrift  their  head> 
Knows  not  a  limit,  nor  an  end, 


PSALMS.  25 

PSALM  XVIII.    Firftpart.    Common  Metre. 
Virion  <*$4  triumph  over  temporal  enemies, 

i    ^YElove  thee'   LordJ  and  we  adore> 
Now  is  thine  arm  revea-lld  ; 
Thou  art  our  ftrength,  cm*  heav'nly  towY, 
Our  bulwark,  and  our  (hield. 

2  We  fly  to  our  eternal  Rock, 

And  find  a  fure  defence; 
His  holy  name  our  lips  invokey 
And  draw  ialvation  thence. 

3  When  God  our  leader  mines  in  arms, 

What  rnertal  heart  can  bear 

The  thunder  of  his  loud  alarms? 

The  lightnings  of  his  fpearl 

4  He  rides  upon  the  winged  wind, 

And  angels  in  array, 
In  millions,   wait  to  know  his  mind, 
And,  fwift  as  fame*,  obey.  - 

5  He  fpeaks,  and  at  his  fierce  rebuke 

Whole  armies  are  difmay'd  ; 
His  voice,  his  frown,  his  angry  look, 
Strikes  all  their  courage  dead. 

6  He  forms  cur  gen'rals  for  the  field, 

With  all  their  dreadful  (kill ; 
Gives  them  his  angry  fword  to  wield, 
And  makes  their  hearts  of  fteel. 
7  Oft  has  the  L^rd,   whole  nations  blefs'd, 
For  his  own  church's  fake  ; 
The  pow'rs  that  give  his  people  reft 
Shall  of  his  care  partake. 
PSALM  XVHL  Sscond  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  con^uerer's  fo*ig. 
i  HTO  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe 
The  triumphs  of  the  day  ; 
Thv  terrors,  Lord,  confound  the  foe, 
And  melt  their  ftrength  away. 


3^  PSALM  S. 

>Tis  by  thy  aid  our  troops  prevail, 

And  break  united  poVv'rs  ; 
Or  burn   their  boafred  fieet^,  or  fcale 
T.-.e  proudell  of  their  tow'rs. 

3  How  have  we  chas'd  them  through  the  field, 

Am)  trod  them   to  the  ground, 
While  thy  folwatiwi  was  our  fnield 
But  they  no  fhelter  found  ! 

4  Iri  vain  to  idol  faints  thev  crv 

Andperifii  in  their  blood  :  ' 
Where  is  the  rock  fo  great,  fo  high, 
So  powerful  as  our  God. 

5  The  God  of  Ifrael  ever  lives 

His  name  be  ever  blefs'd  ;  ' 
>Tis  his  own  arm  the  victory  gives, 
And  gives  his  people  reft. 

PSALM  XIX.  •Firft  part.     Short  Metre. 
The  hop  k  of  nature  and  fcr  'tptitfe. 
For  the  Lord's  day  morning. 
-J  £EHOLD  the  lofty  fey 

Declares  its  maker  God, 
And  all  his  ftarry  works  on  high 
Proclaim  his  pow'r  abroad. ° 
'3  The  darkneft  and  the  light 

Still  keep  their  cour/e  the  fame ; 
While  night  to  day.  and  dav  to  night, 
Divinely  teach  his  name.' 

3  In  ev'ry  different  land 

Their  gen'ral  voice  is  known 
They  fhew  the  wonders  of  his  hand, 
And  orders  of  his  throne. 

4  Ye  Chriftian  lands  rejoice: 

Here  he  reveals  his  word  ; 
Weare  not  left  to  Nature's  voice 
To  bid  us  know  the  Lord. 


1 

PSALMS.  37 

K  His  (ratutes^nd  commands 

Are  let  before  our  eyes, 
He  puts  bis  gofpel  in  our  bands, 
Where  our  falvation  lies. 

6  His  laws  are  juft  and  pure, 

His  truth  without  deceit, 
His  promises  for  ever  lure. 
And  his  rewards  are  great. 

7  Not  honey  to  the  tafte 

Affords  fo  much  delight ; 
Nor  gold  that  has  the  furnace  pafs'dj 
So  much  allures  the  light. 

"g  While  of  thy  works  I  ring, 
Thy  glory  to  proclaim, 
Accept  the  praife,  my  God,  myKing, 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

;P  S  A  L  M    XIX.    Second  part.    Short  Metre. 
God's  -u;ord  tnoft  excellent  ;  or,  Sincerity  and 
watc'ofulnefs. 

For  a  Lord's  day  morning. 
2   gEHOLD  the  morning  fun 
Begins  his  glorious  way  ; 
Bis  beams  through  all  the  nations  run, 
And  light  and  life  convey. 

2  But-  where  the  gofpel  comes, 

It  fpreads  diviner  light; 
It  calls  dead  finners  from  their  tombs, 
And  gives  the  blind  their  fight. 

3  How  perfect  is  thy  word  ! 

And  all  thy  j  odgments  Jtift  J 
For  ever  fure  thy  promife>  Lord, 
And  men  lecurely  truit. 

4  My  gracious  God,  how  plain 

Ar«  thy  directions,  giv'nJ 
O  may  I  never  read  in  vain, 
But  find  the  path  to  to  heav'n  I 


38  P    S    A    L   M    S. 

r    T   ,  ,  PAUSE. 

5  I  heard  thy  wo,d  with  ,ove 
And  I  w*u!d  fain  obey  ; 
Scy  tbyioodSpi  it  from  above 
ro  guide  me,   left  I  ftray. 
o  O  who  can  ever  find 

The  errors  of  his  wavs> 

Yet  with  a  bold  prefumptuous  mind 

I  would  not  dare  tranfgrefs.  * 

Warn  me  of  e'v'ry  fin, 

Forgive  mv  fecret  faults 
And I  cleave  this  guilty  foul  of  „line 

Vhofec.me,  exceed  my  though 
°  W,Jle'  «'ithumy  heart  aad  torque 

J 'Preari  thy  prai,e  abroad;0     ' 

Accept  t,ewonLiP  and  the /ong, 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God. 

PSALM   XIX.     Long  Metre. 
T^^oksofnaturenndfcr 

,    lW~"     '  ^*?&*»<$£'  ' 
1    1  HE  heavens  declare  fh,„i  / 

in  every  &,  ft^$&&* 

TO "  b£1'0llf  eyes  behold  thy  wo'l     ' 
We  read  thy  name  in  ^  , °*. 

^whe,It.1ytrut;il-b^s^c-verfla„d; 

IttoucVdandg,a0Vd„„:v;e;yIa,}d. 
4Nor(ha     thyrpreadinsgorpelreft 

That  fee  the  light,  or  %I  the  fL 


PSALMS.  39 

5  Great  Sun  of  lighleoufnefs,  arife 

Blefs  the  dark  world  with  heavenly  light  ; 
Thy  gofpeJ  makes  the  fimple  wife, 

Thy  laws  are  pure,  tbyjudgments  right. 
k  Tky  nobleft  wonders  here  we  view, 
in  fouls  rer.%w'd  and  fins  forgiv'n, 
Lord,  cleanfe  my  fins,   my  foul  renew, 
And  make  thy  word  my  guide  to  heav'n. 
PSALM  XIX.     To  the  tune  of  1 13th  Pfalm. 

The  book  of  nature  and  fcripture. 
1  p  RE  AT  God,  the  heavVs  well  order'd  frame 
Declares  the  glories  of  thy  name  : 
There  thy  rich  works  of  wonder  mine, 
A  thoufand  ftarry  beauties  there, 
A  thoufand  radiant  marks  appear  . 
Of  boundlefs  pow'r  aud  {kill  divine. 
3  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  night, 
The  dawning  and  the  dying  light, 

Lectures  ©f  •heav'nly  wifdom  read; 
With  filent  eloquence  they  raife 
Our  thoughts  to  our  Creator's  praife, 
And  neither  found  nor  language  need. 

3  Yet  their  divine  inftruclions  run 
Far  as  the  journeys  of  the  fun, 

And  ev'rv  nation  knows  their  voice. 
The  fun,  like  fome  young  bridegroom  drefr, 
Breaks  from  the  chambers  of  the  eaft, .    _ 

Rolls  round,  and  makes  the  earth  rejoice, 

4  Where  e'er* he  fpreads  his  beams  ftbroad, 
He  fmiles,  and  {peaks  his  maker  God  ; 

All  nature  joins  to  fhew  thy  praife  : 
Thus  Godjn  ev'ry  creature  fhines; 
Fair  as  the  book  of  nature's  lines, 

But  fairer  is  the  book  of  grace. 

P  A  U  S  E. 

5  I  love  the  volumes  of  thy  word  ; 
What  light  and  joy  thofe  leaves  afford 
To  fouls  benighted  and  diftreft 


4°  p    S    A    L    M     S. 

ThvpreC^n^!lidemV({o 

Fheie  are  my  ftudy  and  d-J^. 
Not  honey  fo  invites  the  ta(te  *^    ' 
Nor  gold  that  hath  the  furnace  paft, 
Appears  fo  pieai^u  to  the  ilgnt.   ? 
7   Thy  threat'nings  wake  my  flumberW  ev-« 
And  warn  me  Nrhere  my  dan—  j;  J?g  ***** 
But^thybJe^dgofp,!;!^;' 
,        ?hat  makcs  ™y  i«*ft  confcWe  clean 

And  from  pre/amptuons  f        ' 
Accept  ,„vpc,oratsof    ^'J.  am 

That  I  have  read  th.v  book  of gra£ 

Aadbook.of  aatore,  noting,"' 

PSALM  XX.     Lons  Metre. 

Attend  l»s  people's  humble  crv  ' 

Jehovar.h..arJ^enirrae|  ">■■ 

Andbaogsdebve^c^v^,^^ 

T^™=  "'Jueob's  God  defends 

Succ0,,ra,ldm,n„;hw|ieiiZ.on 
3  Wei    he  remembers  all  oar  fig*,, 

Hh  love  exceeds  oar  be  ft  d  efrrts  • 
Hi.  .o,e  accepts  the  /aerifies  ' 


PSALMS.  41 

4  In  his  falvation  is  our  hope, 

And  in  the  name  of  IfraePs  God 
Oar  troops  ihall  lift  their  banners  up, 
Our  navies  fpread  their  flags  abroad. 

5  Some  truft  in  horfes  trained  for  war, 

And  fome  of  chariots  make  their  boatl  ; 
Our  fureft  expectations  are 

From  thee,  the  Lord  of  heav'nly  hofts. 

F_6  O  may  the  memory  of  thy  name 
Infpire  our  armies  for  the  fight  I 
Our  foes  mail  fall  and  die  with  fhame, 
Or  quit  the  field  with  coward  flight.] 

7  Now  fave  us,  Lord  from  flavifh  fear, 
Now  let  our  hope?,  be  firm  and  ftrong, 
'Till  thy  falvation  lhall  appear, 

And  joy  and  triumph  raife  the  fong. 

PSALM  XXI.    Common  Metre. 
National  bleffings  cwknovjj  edged. 

1  TN  thee,  great  God,   with  fongs  of  praife, 

Our  favoured  realms  rejoice  ; 
And  blefs'd  with  thy  falvation,  raife 
Toheav'n  their  chearf  id  voice. 

2  Thy  fure  defence  through  nations  round, 

H .*.th  fpread  our  riling  name, 
And  all  our  feeble  efforts  crown'd 

With  freedom  and  with  fame. 
%  In  deep  diftrefs  our  injur'd  land 

Implor'd  thy  pow'r  to  fave  ; 
For  life  we  pray'd  :  thy  bounteous  hand 

The  timely  blefiing  gave. 

4  Thy  mighty  arm,  eternal  Pow'r, 

Opposed  their  deadly  aim, 
In  mercy  ftvept  them  from  our  fnpre, 
And  fpread  their  fails  with  ihanie* 

5  On  thee,  in  woe  or  pain, 

Our  hearts  alene  rejy  : 


4*  PSALMS. 

O.rri^sthyrnercyu-illnvai^a; 
And  all  our  wants  fupply. 

6  T'r;  ^n''d'  2*  W'^ui  pow'r  declare 
And  ftill  e*ait  thy  fame  ;  ««ciare, 

While  we  glad  fongs  of  praife  prepare 
For  thine  almighty  name. 

PSALM  XXI.      ver.r,_9.     Long  Metre. 
Cbrijl  exalted  to  the  kingdom. 

1  DAVID  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrencuh 

Rais'd  to  the  throne  by  fpecial  Trace 

Fulfils  the  triumph  and  the  praife. 

2  How  great  the  bleft  Meffiah's  joy 

In  the  faivation  of  thy  hand  ' 
Lord    thou  hair  rais'd  his  kingdom  higfc 
And  givntlie  world  to  his  command. 

3  Thy  goodnefs  giants  whatever  he  r-jlj 

Nor  doth  the  Jeaft  reqneft  withhold'; 
Blemngs  of  love  prevent  him  frill 
And  crowns  of  glory,  not  of  g0]d. 

4  Honour  and  majefty  divine 
Around  his  facrcd  temples  fhine  • 
Blefs'd  with  the  favour  of  thy  face 
And  length  of  everlafting  da  vS.        '    • 

5  Thine  hand  /hall  find  «nt  ail  his  foes  • 
And  as  a  fiery  oven  glows 

With  raging  heat,  and  living  coal?, 
So  fiiall  thy  wrath  devour  their  fouls. 

PSALM  XXII.     ver.1,-,6.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metro. 
The  fufcri tigs  and  ds.ith  cf  Chrifl. 
1  WHY  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook  ' 
Nor  will  a  finite  affbrcrf 
(Thus  9avid  once  hi  arrpiih  /poke. 
And  thus  our  dvii.r  Lou! ) 


PSALMS.  4j 

2  Though  'tis  thy  chief  delight  to  dwell. 

Among  thy  praiiing  faints, 
Yet  thou  canft  hear  our  groans  as  well, 
And  pity  onr  complaints. 

3  Our  fathers  trufted  in  thy  name, 

And  great  deliv'rance  found; 
But  I'm  a  worm  defpis'd  of  men, 
And  trodden  to  the  ground. 

4  With  making  head  they  pafs  me  by, 

And  laugh  my  foul  to  fcorn  ; 
Ci  In  -vain  he  trufts  ii^  Gody   they  cry, 
"  Ncgletftd,  and  forlorn." 

5  But  thou  art  he  who  form'd  my  flefh, 

By  thine  Almighty  word  ; 
And  fince  I  hung  upon  the  breaft, 
My  hope  is  in  the  Lord. 

6  Why  will  my  Father  hide  his  face 

When  foes  ftand  threatening  round,, 
In  the  dark  hour  of  deep  diflrefs, 
And  not  an  helper  found  \ 

PAUSE. 

7  Behold  thy  darling  left  among 

The  cruel  and  the  proud, 
By  foes  encompafs^d  fierce  and  ftrong, 
As  lions  roaring  loud. 

8  From  earth  and  hell  my  farrows  meet, 

To  multiply  the  fmart ; 
They  nail  my  hands,  they  pierce  my  fe€t} 
And  try  to  vex  my  heart. 

9  Yet  if  thy  fov'reign  hand  let  loofe 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell, 
Why  will  my  heav'nly.  Father  bruife 
The  Sen  he  loves  fo  well  ? 
io  My  God,  ifpoffibleitbe, 
Withhold  this  bitter  ci\^  ; 
But  I  refign  my  will  to  thee, 
And  drink  the  furrows  up* 


44  PSALMS. 

»i  My  heart  diflblves  with  pangs  unknown, 
In  groans  I  walte  my  breath  : 
Thy  heavy  hand  has  brought  me  down 
Low  as  the  duft  of  death. 
3  2   Father,  I  give  n>y  fpirit  up, 
And,  truft  it  in  thy  hand  ; 
My  dying  Mem  fhall  reft  in  hope 
And  rife  at  thy  command. 

PSALM   XXII.  ver.  20,  2r,  27,31.  Second  part* 

Common  Metre, 
s   "  £jO\V  from  the  roaring  lion's  lage 
*'  O  Lord,  protect  thy  Son, 
"  Nor  leave  thy  darling  toengage 
"  The  pow'rs  of  hell  alone. » 

2  Thus  did  our  fufF'ring  Saviour  pray  " 

With  mighty  cries  and  tears, 
God  heard  him  in  that  dreadful  day, 
And  chas'd  away  his  fears. 

3  Great  was  the  vi&ory  of  his  death 

His  throne  exalted  high  ; 
And  all  the  kindreds  of  the  earth 
Shall  worfhip  or  fhall  die. 

4  A  numerous  offspring  muftarife 

From  bis  expiring  groans  ; 
They  fhall  be  reckoned  in  his* eyes 
For  daughters  and  for  fons. 

5  The  meek  and  humble  fouls  fhall  fe* 

His  table  richly  fpread  ; 
And  all  that  feek  the  Lord  fhall  be 
With  joys  immortal  fed. 

G    The  iftes  fhall  know  the  righteoufnefc 
Of  our  incarnate  God, 
And  nations  yet  unborn  profefs 
Salvation  iu  his  blood. 


PSALMS.  45 

PSALM  XXII.     Long  Metre. 

Chrifi's  fitjferings  and  exaltation. 

1  MOW  let  our  mournful  fongs  record 

The  dying  forrows  of  our  Lord, 
"When  he  complainM  in  tears  of  blood, 
As  one  forfaken  ©f  his  God. 

2  The  Jews  behold  him  thus  forlorn, 

And  make  their  heads  and  laugh  in  fcorn| 
«'  He  refcu'd  others  from  the  grave  : 
11  Now  let  him  try  himfelf  to  fave. 

3  M  This  is  the  man  did  once  pretend 

"  God  was  his  Father  and  his  friend  ; 

«  If  God  the  bleffed  lov'd  him  fo, 

"  Why  doth  he  fail  to  help  him  now  V 

4  O  favage  people  !   cruel  priefts  ! 

How  they  flood  round  like  raging  beads  ; 

Like  lions  gaping  to  devour, 

When  God  bath  left  him  in  their  power. 

5  They  wound  his  head,  his  hands,  hisfeet? 
Till  dreams  of  blood  each  other  meet  ; 
By  lot  his  garments  they  divide, 

And  mock  the  pangs  in  which  he  died. 

0  But  God  his  Father  heard  his  cry  ; 
Rais'd  from  the  dead  he  reigns  on  high  J 
The  nations  learn  his  righteaufnefs, 
And  humble  fmners  tafte  his  grace. 

PSALM    XXIII.     Long  Metre. 
God  our  Jbepherd. 

1  \J[\  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord; 

Now  (hall  my  wants  be  well  fupply'd  ; 
His  providence  and  holy  word 
Become  myfafety  and  my  guide. 

2  Inpaftures  where  falvation  grows 

He  makes  me  feed,  he  makes  me  reft, 
There  living  waters  gently  flows, 
And  all  the  foyd  divinely  bkft. 


4°  *    S    A   L    M    S. 

3  My  w.wdering  feet  his  ways  mi  Hake  : 

But  he  reftotes  my  foul  to  ptace, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake, 
la  the  fair  paths  of*  righteoufuefs. 

4  Tl'.o"  I  walk  thro'  the  gloomy  vale, 

Where  death  and  all  its  terrors  are 
My  heart  and  hope  fhall  never  fail,     ' 
For  God,  my  fliepherd's  with  me  there. 

5  Amidft  the  darknefs  and  the  deeps 

Thou  art  my  comfort,   thou  mv  ftay  ; 
Thy  ftaff  fupporrs  my  feeble  fteps'y 
Thy  rod  direfts  my  doubtful  way. 

6  The  fons  ea^th  and  fons  of  hell 

Gaze  at  thy  goodnefs,  and  repine 
To  fee  my  table  fpread  fo  well 

With  living  bread  and  chearful  wine- 
[7  How  I  rejoice,  when  on  my  head 

Thy  Spirit  cendefcends  to  reft  I 
'Tis  a  divine  anointing  ihed, 

Like  oil  of  gladnelVat  a  feail. 
V  Surely  the  mercies  of  the  Lord 

Attend  his  houfhold  all  their  days  ; 
There  will  I  dwell  to  hear  his  word, 

To  feek  h  is  face  and  ling  his  prai/e.] 

PSALM   XXIII.     Common  Metre. 

1  ]M Y  Shepherd  will  fupply  my  need, 

Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  paftures  frefh  he  makes  me  feed, 
Befide  the  living  ftream. 

2  He  brings  my  wandering  fpirit  back 

When  I  forfake  his  ways, 
And  leads  me  for  his  mercy's  fake 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When  I  walk  thro'  the  fhades  of  death, 

Thy  prefexjee  is  my  ftay ; 


PSALMS.  V 

One  word  of  thy  fupporting  bieath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  fight  of  all  my  foes, 
Doth  Hill  ray  table  fpread  ; 
Thy  cup  with  bleffings  overflows,. 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

j  The  fore  provifions  of  my  God 
Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
Oh  may  thy  houfe  be  my  abode7 
And  all  my  work  be  praife  ! 

>  There  would  I  find  a  fettled  re  {>, 
(While  others  go  and  come) ; 
No  more  a  ftranger  and  a  gueft, 
But  like  a  child  at  home, 

PSALM  XXIII.     Short  Metre, 
TJ3E  Lord  my  fhepherd  is, 
I  mail  be  well  lupply'd  ; 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  befide  t 
I  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pafture  grows. 
Where  living  waters  gently  pafs, 
And  full  falvation  flows, 
\  If  e'er  I  go  aft  ray, 

He  doth  my  foul  reclaim, 
And  guides  me  in  bis  own  right  way? 
For  his  molt  holy  name, 
jj  While  he  affords  his  aid, 
I  cannot  yield  to  fear  % 
Tho'  I  mould  walk  thro'  death's  dark  fhade. 
My  Shepherd^  with  me  there. 
;  Amidft  furrounding  foes 

Thou  doft  my  table  fpread, 
My  cup  with  bleffings  overflows> 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 


* 


4$*  PSALM    S. 

"6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  following  day* ; 
Nor  from  thy  houfe  will  I  remove* 
Nor  ceafe  to  fpeak  ti)y  praife. 
PSALM    XXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Dwelling  -with  God. 
i  ■y  HE  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's, 
With  Adam's  numerous  race  ; 
He  rais'd  its  arches  o'er  the  floods, 
And  built  it  on  the  feas. 

2  But  who  among  the  fons  of  men 

May  vifit  thine  abode  ? 
He  that  has  hands  from  mifchief  clean, 
Whofe  heart  is  right  with  God. 

3  This  is  the  man  may  rife  and  take 

The  bleffings  of  his  grace ; 
This  is  the  lot  of  thofe  that  leek 
The  God  of  Jacob's  face. 

4  Now  let  our  foul's  immortal  pow'rs, 

To  meet  the  Lord  prepare, 

Lift  up  their  everlafting  doors, 

The  King  of  glory's  near. 

5  The  King  of  glory  !  who  can  tell 

The  wonders  of  his  might  I 
He  rules  the  nations ;   but  to  dwell 
With  faints  is  his  delight. 

PSALM   XXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Saints  dwell  in  heaven  ;  or,   Chrifi' 's  afccnfioit. 

1  7  HI3  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's, 

And  men  and  worms,  and  beads  and  birds  J 
He  rais'd  the  building  on  the  feas, 
And  gave  it  for  their  dwelling  place. 

2  But  there's  a  brighter  world  on  high, 
Thy,  palace,  Lord,  above  the  iky  ; 
Who  (hall  afcend  that  blefs'd  abode, 
And  dwell  fo  ncav  his  maker  God? 


P    S    A    L   M    S.  49 

3  He  that  abhors  and  fears  to  (in, 

j  Whofe  heart  is  pari?,  whofe  hands  are  clean 
Him  rhall  the  Lord  the  Saviour  blefs, 
And  clothe  his  foul  with  righteoufncfs. 

4  Thefe  are  the  men,  the  pious  race, 
That  feek  the  God  of  Jacob's  face  : 
Thefe  Ihall  enjoy  the  biifsful  fight, 
And  dwell  in  everlafting  light. 

PAUSE. 

5  Rejoice,  ye  (Tuning  worlds  on  higb? 
Behold  the  King  of  glory  nigh  ! 
Who  can  the  Kin  a;  of  giory   be  ? 
The  mighty  Lord,   the  Saviour's  he. 

6  Ye  heav'nly  gates,  your  leaves  diiplay, 
To  make   the  Lord,   the  Saviour  v/ay  : 
Laden  with  fpoils  from  eaitb  a»d  hell, 
The  Conqu'ror  comes  with  God  to  ri  we'll. 

7  Rals/d  from  the  dead  in  awful  ft  ate, 
He  opens  heav'n's  eternal  gate, 

To  give  his  faints  a  bleiVd  abode 
a   Near  their  Redeemer  and  their  God. 

P  S  A  L  M  XXV.     ver.  I,—  r  r.  Firft  part. 
Short  Metre. 
Waiting  for  pardon  and  dirtCthn. 
i  I  LIFT  my  foul  to  God, 
My  trulfc  is  in  his  name  ; 
Let  not  my  foes  that  feek  my  blood 
Still  triumph  in  my  feame. 

2  Sin,  and   the  pow'rsof  hell, 

Perfuade  me  to  defpair; 
Lord  make  me  know  thy  .covenant  wellj 
That  I  may  'ieape  the  in  a  re. 

3  FronvbettiRS  P-f  dawning  light 

;Tii!   evening  fhades  arife, 
For  thy  falv3tion9  Lord,  I  wait, 
Witt?  ever  longing  eyss. 
C 


SO  P    S    A    L    M    S* 

4  Remember  all  thy  grace, 

And  lead  me  in  thy  tru  t  h 
Forgive  the  fms  of  riper  days, 
And  follies  of  my  youth. 

5  The  Lord  isjufi  and  kind, 

The  meek  (bail  learn  his  ways  j 
And  ev'ry  humble  finner  find 
The  methwds  of  his  grace. 

6  For  hh  own  goodnefi'  lake 

He  ifaves  my  foul  from  fhanie; 
He  pardons  (though  my  guilt  be  great) 
Through  my  Redeemer's  name. 
PSALM  XXV.  ver.   12,    14,    10,    13. 
Second  part.     Short  Metre. 
D  i  via  e  :  nfi  ru  ?i  i  0  n . 

1  "yyrHERE  (hall  the  man  be  found 

That  fears  l*  offend  his  Gcd, 
That  loves  the  gofpevs  joyful  found, 
And  trembles  at  the  rod? 

2  The  Lord  mall  make  him  know 

The  fecrets  of  hi:  heart, 
The  wonders  o{  his  cov'nant  (how. 
And  all  his  love  imprnt. 
9  The  dealings  of  his -pow'r 
Are  truth  and  mercy  (till, 
With  fuch  as  keep  his  covenant  fure, 
And  love  to  do  his  will. 
4  Their  foul  fhall  dwell  at  eafe, 
Before  their  Maker's  face  ; 
Their  feed  fhall  tafte  the  promifes 
In  their  extenfive  grace. 
PSALM    XXV.    ver.  15,— -22,     Third  part. 
Short  Metre. 
Dijlreft  of  foul ;  or,  Backfli&ina  ttfid  difirtion* 
l  "MINE  eyes  and  my  defire 
Are  ever  tp  the  Lprd  j 


P  S   A  L  M   s.  51 

1  love  to  plead  his  promised  grace, 
And  reft  upon  hi;  word. 

2  Turn,  tarn  thee  to  my  fou!,. 

Bring  thy  falvation  near; 
When  will  thy  hand  affift  my  feet 
To  'icape  the  deadly  fnare  ? 

3  When  <ha*l  the  fov' reign  grace 

Of  my  forgiving  God 
Reftore  me  fr©m  thofe  dang'rous  ways 
My  wand'ring  feet  have  trod? 

4  The  tumult  of  my  thought' 

Doth  but  enlarge  my  woe  \ 
My  fpirit  languimes,   my  heart 
Is  deiblate  and  low. 

5  With  ev'ry  morning  light 

My  forrow  new  begins ; 
Look  on  my  anguitb,  and  my  pain. 
And  pardon  ail  my  fins, 

PAUSE. 

6  Behold,  the  hofls  of  hell, 

How  cruel  is  their  hate  ! 
Againft  my  life,  they  rife,  and  join 
Their  fury  with  deceit. 

7  O  keep  my  foul  from  death, 

Nor  put  my  hope  to  fhame  : 
For  I  have  placM  my  holy  truft 
In  my  Redeemer's  name. 

8  With  humble  faith  I  wait 

To  fee  thy  face  again  ; 
Of  Ifrael  it  (hall  ne'er  be  faid, 
He  fought  the  Lord  in  vain. 

PSALM     XXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Self-examination;  ox,  Evidences  of  grace, 
J    JUDGE  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways3 
Arjd  try  my  reins,  and  try  my  heart  j 


53  PSALMS. 

My  faith  upon  thy  promife  flays, 
}>ior  from  thy  law  my  feet  depart. 

2  I  hate  to  walk,  I  hate  to  fit, 

With  men  ot' vanity  and  lies ; 
The  fcoffer  and  the  hypocrite 
Are  the  abi>orence  of  my  eyes. 

3  Amongfc  thy  faints  will  I  appear, 

Array'd  in  robes  of  innocence; 
But  when  I  ftand  before  thy  bar, 
The  blood  of  Chrift  is  my  defence. 

4  1  love  thy  habitation,  Lord,  . 

The  temple  where  thine  honors  dwellj 
There  (hall  I  hear  thy  holy  word, 
Amd  there  thy  works  of  wonder  tell. 

5  Let  not  my  foul  be  join'd  at  laft 

With  men  of  treachery  and  blood, 
Since  I  on  earth  my  days  have  pafs'd 
Among  the  faints,  ajnd  near  my  Ced. 

PSALM  XXVII.     ver.  i,6.     Firftpart. 
Common  Metre. 

The  church  is  our  delight  and  fifety. 

1  'T/HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 

And  my  falvation  toe; 
God  of  my  ftrength  ;  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  defires ; 

O  grant  me  mine  abode 
Among  the  churches  of  thy  faints, 
The  temples  of  my  God  ! 

3  There  (hall  I  offer  my  reqnefl^ 

And  fee  thy  beauty  flill  : 
Shall  hear  thy  meflages  of  love, 
And  there  enquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rife,  avid  frorms  appear^ 

There  may  his  children  hide  ; 


P    S   A  L  M  . 

God  hath  a  ftrong  pavilion,  where 

He  makes  my  foul  abide. 
5  Now  fhall  my  head  be  lifted  high 

Above  my  foes  around, 
And  foncrs  of  joy  and  victory 

Within  thy  temple  found. 

PSALM    XXVII.    ver.  8,  9,  13,  14- 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Prayer  and  hope. 

1  gO ON  as  I  heard  my  Father  fay, 

"  Ye  children,  feek  ray  grace," 
?vly  heart  reply'd  withourdelay, 
k'  Til  feek  my  Father's  face." 

2  Let  not  thy  face  be  hid  from  me, 

Nor  frown  my  foul  away  ; 
God  of  my  life,  I  flee  to  thee 
In  a  diilreiling  day. 

3  Should  friends  and  kindred  near  and  dear 

Leave  me  to  want  or  die, 
My  God  would  make  my  life  his  care, 
And  all  my  need  fupply. 

4  My  fainting  flefh  had  died  with  grief, 

Had  not  my  foul  believed, 

To  fee  thy  grace  provide  relief, 

Nor  was  my  hope  deceived. 

5  Wait  on  the  Lard,  ye  trembling  faints, 

And  keep  your  courage  up ; 
He'il  raife  your  fpirit  when  ic  faints, 
And  far  exceed  your  hone. 

PSALM    XVIIL     Long  Metre. 
<Joi  the  refuge  of  the  afflicted. 
1    ^O  thee,  O  Lord,   I  raife  my  cries: 
My  fervent  pray'r  in  mercy  hear; 
For  ruin  waits  my  trembling  foul, 
If  thou  refufe  a  gracious  car. 


)  -r 


I»    S    A    L    M    S. 


2  When  ftlppliant  tow'rd  thy  holy  bill, 

I  lift  r^y  mournful  hands  to  prav, 
Afford  t!iv  g'.aco,   nor  drive  me  full 
With  impious  hypocrites  away. 

3  To  fons  of  falfd.ood,  that  delbifL- 

The  works  arc!  wonders  of  thy  reign', 
Thy  vengeance  gives  their  due  rewaid, 
And  finks'  their  iouh  to  endlefs  pain. 

4  But  ever  bl'efltfd  be  tie  Lord, 

Whofe  Rierey  Hears  my  mournful  voice, 
My  heart,  that  trulled  in  his  word, 
In  his  Salvation  iriall  rejoice. 

5  Let  ev'ry  faint,   in  fore  diftrefs, 

By  faith  approach  his  Saviour  God  ; 
Then  grant,  O  Lord,   thy  paTd'ning  {'.race, 
And  fVed  thy  church  with  hcav'nly  food. 

PS  A  L  M  XXIX.     Lang  Metre. 
Stor/>z  arid  thunder. 

1  QIVE  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame, 

Give  to  the  Lord  renown  and  pow'r, 
A. bribe  due  honors  to  his  name, 
And  his  eternal  might  adore. 

2  The  Lord  proclaims  his  pow'r  aloud 

Thro'  cv'ry  ocean,  ev'ry  land  ; 
Kb  voice  divides  the  wat'rv  cloucf. 
And  lightnings  blaze  at  Kis  command. 

3  lie  I  peak-.,   and  tempefr,   hail,   and  wind. 

Lay  tli-'  wide  forett  bare  aiound; 
The  i'caifu!  Itlrt  and  frighted  hind, 
Leap  at  the  terror  t»f  the  found. 

4  To  Lebanon  "Vie  turns  his  vciee, 

And  !o,  the  itately  cedars  break; 
The  mountains  tremble  at  the  nolle, 
The  values  roar,   the  defer.ts  quake. 

5  The  Lord  fits  fov'rei^n  on  the  Mood, 

The  ThimJ'ier  reigns  for  ever  King; 


*  P    S    A    L    M    S.  55 

Bat  ma\es  his  church  his  hleft  abode, ^ 
Where  w,e  his  awful  glories  ficg. 
6  In  gentler  language,   there  the  Lord 
The  potmff!  of  bis  grace  imparts  : 

Amidft  the  racing  ftorm,   his  word 

Speaks  peace  and  courage  to  our  hearts. 

PSALM   XXX-     Firftparf.     Long  Metre. 

Sickaejs  hcjhd,  and  forror:s  removed. 
p  J  WILL  extol  thee,   Lord,   on  high, 
At  thy.  command  di<eares  fiy  : 
Who  bit  a  God  can  ipeak  and  lave 
From  the  dark  borders  of  the  grave? 

2  Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  faiftts,  and  prove 
Hi*  large  hi-  grace",  how  hind  his  love  ; 
Let  all  yonr  pow'rs  rejoice,  and  trace 
The  wondrous  records  of  his  grace. 

3  His  anger  but  a  moment  frays ; 
Ills  lave  is  lite  and  length  of  days; 
Thnug'-i  grief  and  tears  the  night  employ, 
The  morning-irar  refrores  the  joy. 

PSALM  XXX.  ver.  6.  Second  part.  Long  Metre 
•;,  fi&tefj,   and  recovery. 

1  T7IRV1  was  mv  health,  my  day  was  b-ight  , 

And  I  p -einrr/d  *two.iiid  ne'er  be  night ; 
Fondly  I  /hid  within  my  heart, 
*'«  Pleafur-  ^nd  agace  fiiali  ne'er  depart." 

2  B-it  I  forgot  thine  arm  was  Urong, 
Which  i;>-U^  my  mountain  (taml  io  long  ; 
Soon  as  thy  f^z?  began  to  hide, 

Mv  health  was  gone,  my  comforts  died. 

3  I  cr\M  akmd  to  thee  my  God, 

"  What  canft  thou  pro  lit  by  my  blood  ? 

<;  Deep  i  \  thfi  d  ;lt  can  1  ikclars 

«  Thv  t;u:h,  crfing  ihv  goodttsas  there? 


^6 


PSALMS. 


4  "  Hear  me,   O  God  of  grace,  (rfaid) 

"  And  bring  me  from  au.iong  the  dead  :» 
Thy  word  rebnk'd  tl.e  pains  I  felt, 
Thy  pard'nrng  love  renvov'd  my  guilt. 

5  My  groans  and  tears,  and  forms  of  woe 
Are  turn'd  to  joys  and  praifes  now  ; 

1  throw  my  fackcloth  on  the  ground, 
And  eafe  and  giadnefs  gird  me  round. 

0  My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame, 
Shall  ne'er  be  fiient  of  thy  name; 

Thy  praife  (hall  found  thro'  earth  and  heav'n 
Forfiefcnefaheal'd,  and  fins  forgiv'n.  ; 

PSALM   XXXI.   ver.  5j  13,-19,22,23. 

Firfi  part.     Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  da  tb . 

1  *pO  thre,   O  God  of  truth  and  love, 

My  fpirit  I  commit: 
Thou  haft  redeem'd  my  foul  from  death, 
And  fav'd  me  from  the  pit. 

:  Djfjjair  and  comfort,'"  hope  and  fear, 
Maintained  a  doubtful  ftrif?  ; 
While  forrow,  pain,   and  fin  confph'd 
To  take  away  my  life. 

"  My  time  is  in  thy  hand/'  I  cry'd, 

"  Through  I  draw  near  the  duft  •'' 
Thou  art  the  refuge  where  I  hide, 

The  God  in  whom  I  truft. 
Oh  make  thy  reccrxi'ed  face 

Upon  thy  fervant  mine, 
And  iave  me  for  thy  mercy's  fake 
For  I'm  entirely  thine.  * 
pause. 
'Twas  in  my  baf'e  my  fpirit  faid, 

"  I  muit  riefpairand  die, 
"  I  am  cut  off  before  thine  cvesjv 
JSut  thou  Laft  heard  my  cry.' 


P    S    A    L    M    S.  57 

Thv  goodnefs  how  divinely  free  I 

How  tweet  thy  firming  face*, 
To  thofe  that  fear  thy  m'zjeiry, 

And  truft  thy  promisVi  grace. 
Oh  love  the  Lord,  all  ye  his  faints, 

And  ling  his  praifes  loud  ; 
He'll  bend  his  ear  to  your  complaint-, 

And  recompence  the  proud. 

P  S  A  L .Yfr  XXX F.     ver.   7,33,  lh  2i> 
Deliverance  from  Jl.uider  ami  reproach, 
TkJTY  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name, 
x       My  God,  my  heavenly  truft; 
Thou  halt  preferv'd  ms  free  from  fliame, 
Mine  honour  from  the  duft. 
l  "  My  life  is  fpent  with  grief/'  I  cry'd, 
"   My  years  cojifiiiu'd  m  groans, 
««   My  ltrengtii  decays,  mine  eyes  are  dvy'd. 
'<  And  forrows  wafte  my  bones." 
i  Among  mine  enemies  my  name 
A  proverb  vile  was  grown, 
While  to  my  neighbours  1  became 
Forgotten  and  unknown. 

4  Slander  and  fear  on  ev'ry  fide 

Seiz'll  and  befet  rae  round, 
I  to  thy  throne  of  grace  applied, 
And  fpeedy  refcue  found. 

PAUSE. 

5  Kow  great  deliv' ranee  thou  haft  wrought 

Before  the  fens  of  men  ! 
The  lying  lips  to  fdence  brought", 
And  made  their  boafling  vain  ! 

6  Thy  children  from  the  ftrife  of  tongues 

Shall  thy  pavilion  hide," 
Guard  them  from  infamy  and  wrongs^, 
And  cr u(b  the  fons  of  pride. 
C  Z 


PSALMS. 

>7  {2;"™^*^*^^^^ 

i-et  me  for  ever  dwell  •  r 

No  fenced  city,  waIl'd  r,,d  barr'd, 
-ecures  a  faint  fo  well. 

^ALMXXXII.     Short  Metre. 

>    QH  Veiled  fouls  are  they 

Whoiefins  are  covered  o'er' 
Div.neJy  felelVd  to  whom  the  Lord 
Imputes  their  guilt  no  more. 

2  They  mourn  their  follies  part 

And  keej>  their  hearts  with  care, 
J  heir  lips  and  lives  without  deceit 
-hall  prove  their  faith  fin  cere. 

3  While  I  conceal'd  mv  guilt, 

'rilllconfe.Vdmyfinstothee, 
And  ready  pardon  found. 

%  Let  f: nr.tr s  learn  to  pray, 

Let  faints  keep  near  the  throne  ; 
Our  help  in  times  of  deep  diftrefs 
Is  found  in  God  alone. 

PSALM  XXXII.     Common  Metre. 
*ree  pardon  and  [ware  obedience;  or,  Confejton 

and  forgivenefs. 
p^O W  blefs'd  the  man  to  whom  his  God 

.   No  more  imputes  his  fin, 
But  wahVd  in  the  Redeemer's  blood, 
Hath  made  his  garments  clean  ! 

And  bleil  beycnd  exprem"on  he 
Whole  debts  are  thus  difcharg'd; 

While  from  the  guilty  bondage  "free 
He  feels  his  foul  eolarg'd. 

Hi?  fpirit  hates  deceit  and  liec^ 
His  words  a  c-  all  fin  cere; 


PSALMS.  59. 

He  guards  his  heart,  he  guards  his  eyes, 
To  keep  his  confeience  clear. 

4  While  I  ray  inward  grief  fuppre  ft, 

No  quiec  could  I  find  ; 
Thy  wrath  lay  burning  in  mybreafr, 
And  rack'd  my  tortar'd  mine. 

5  Then  I  coafciVd  n\y  troubled  thoughts, 

My  fee  ret  Sins  reveal'd, 
Thy'pavd'nir.g  grace  forgave  my  faults,. 
Thy  grace  my  pardon  feal'd. 

6  This  mall  invite  thy  faints  W  pray  ; 

When,  like  a  raging  flood, 
Temptations  rife,   our  ilrength  and  ftay 
li  a  forgiving  God. 


PSALM    XXXII.   Fint  part.    1.6kg ;  M^ti 

Repentance  dmi  free  purden  :  or,  fitJttfieiUt 
and  fa  noli  pat  zcn. 

1  llLESS'd  is  the  pan,  for  ever  blefsM, 

\Vhofe  guilt  is  parctoft'd  by  his  Gad, 

Whofe  fins  wirh  foriww  are  confofjY, 
And  cover' J  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

2  Before  his  judgment  feat  the  Lord   ^ 

No  more  permits  his  crimes  to  rife; 
He  pleads  no  merit  of  reward, 

And  not  on  works,  but  grace,  relie.:, 

3  From  guile  his  heart  and  lips  are  free, 

1-Iis  humble  joy,  his  holy  fear, 
With  deep  re  pen  fan  ce  well  agree, 
And  join  to  prc*e  his  faith  fipcere. 

4  How  glorious  is  that  rightecufnef-s 

That  hides  and  cancels  all  his  gris  * 
While  a  bright  c  vidence  of  grace 

Thrcu^hai!  Lis  life  appear:  aiitj  £)&;efc 


60  P    S>    A    L    M 


1   WH»-E  I  keep  fdence,  and  conce,! 

What  torments  aotbmy^h^^f^H 

What  agonic,  of  inward  ^aVcT 

2  I  ^read  my  fins  bef(>;ethcLor. 

T,  v  -ofpel  /peaks  a  panning  .,or'd 

I  hmenolv  Spirituals  the  grace^ 

3  For  this  fhai!  ev'ry  llUmble  foxA 

Make  fy,ft  address  to  thy  ibat  • 

There  fhall  they  find  a  bJefs'd  retriaf. 
4  How  fafe  beneath  thy  uirgs  r  i;.. 

When  days  grow  dark,  and  fUrms  arife  ■ 
And  when  I  walk,  thy  watchful  eve 
i>nadgulde  me  iale  from  ev'ry  i^are. 

I'SALM  XXXIII.    Firffnar*     r 

iL    *.mfP»tt.    Common  Metre. 
7^"/:/  ^creation  and  providence 

1  REJOICE,  ye  righteour,   in  the  Wftl 

Fhis  work  .belonp  h*  ypu  • 
Sing  of  his  name,  his  ways,    hi3  word 
How  fioly,  joft,  and  true! 

2  His  mercy  and  Iris  lighteoufnefs 

Let  heav'n  and  earth  proclaim; 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  graee 
Reveal  hh  wnnd'rous  name. 

3  lib  word,   with  energy  divine, 

rbole  heav'niy  arches  (bread 
Bade  lUrry.  h>fts  arbnnd  tWm  t(ne 
Andlrgh-the-  heaves  pervade.     ? 

4  Hetau^t  the  falling  waves  to  ft,* 

i  o  tbeir  appointed  deep; 


PSALMS*  «6l 

Bade  raging  feas  their  limits  know,. 
And  ft  ill  their  fhation  keep. 

5  Ye    tenants  of  t-:e  ipacious  earth, 

With  fear  before  him  ftand  ; 
He  fpake,  and  nature  took  its  birth, 
And  relis  on  his  command. 

6  He  fcorns  the  angry  nations'  rage, 

And  breaks  their  vain  defigns  ; 
His  connfel  (lands  through  ev'ry  age^ 
And  in  full  glory  mines. 

..PSALM  XXXIII.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

Creatures  vuin^  and  Go.}  all-juffiaent. 

1  J^LESS'O  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord 

Hath  fix'c!  his  gracious  throne  ; 
Where  he  reveals  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  calls  their  tribes  his  own. 

2  His  eye,  with  infinite  furvey, 

Does  the  whole  world  behold; 
He  form'd  us  all  of  equal  clay, 
And  knows  our  feeble  mould. 

3  Kings  are  not  refcu'd  by  the  force 

Of  armies  from  the  grave; 
Kor  fpeed  nor  courage  oi'  an  horfc 
Can  Ills  bold  rider  fave. 

4  Vain  is  the  ftrengih  of  beafls  or  men, 

Nor  fprinas  our  fafety  thence; 
But  holy  fouls  from  God  obtain 
A  ftrong  and  fure  defence. 

5  God  is  their  fear,  and  God  their  tr-uil  ; 

When  plagues  or  famine  fpread, 
His  watchful  eye  fecures  the  jufr, 
Among  ten  thoufand  dead. 

4  Lord,  let  our  hearts  in  thee  rejoice, 
And  blefs  us  from  thy  l h rone  ; 
For  we  have  made  thy  word  our  choicey 
And  trull  thy  grace  alone. 


6l 


PSALM    5. 


PSALM  XXXiri  As  the  n  5th  pfclp,   Firft  part- 
Works  of  creation  and  providence . 

1  yE  holy  fouhj   in  God  rejoice, 

Your  Maker's  praife  becomes  vour  voice, 
■     Great  is  your  theme,  your  fangs  be  new; 
Sm?  of  his  name,   his  word,  bis  ways 
His  works  of  nature  and  of  grace,    *    ' 
How  vvlfa  and  hoJy,  juft  and  true  ! 

2  Behold,  to  earth's  remoteft  ends 

His  goodnefs  flows,   his  troth  extends : 

His  pow'r  the  beav'nlv  arches  fpread  ; 
II;s  word,  with  energy  divine, 
Bade  frafry  hofts  around  them  mine, 

And  light  the  circling  heav'ns  pervade. 
Z  His  hand  bolleflk  the  ffbfefrfr  rea< ; 
Thole,  v/ar'ry  treasures  know  their  place 

And  fill  the  tiore-houfe  of  the  deep  :      ' 
He  fpake,  and  gave  all  nature  birth; 
And  fires,  and  feas,  and  heav'n,  and  earth,* 

His  everlafturg  orders  keep. 

%  Let  mortals  tremble  and  adore 
A  Gothof  fuch  refiflleTs'p^vV; 

Nor  dare  indulge  their  feeble  ra'ae  : 
Vain  are  yoar  thVt*,  and  weak  vour  hands, 
But  his  eternal  counsel  uands 

And  rubs  the  world  from  age  to  age. 

PSALM    XXXII-.     As  the  N3*hpfalm. 
Seco-d  part. 

Creatures  vain,   ani  God  qU-fitfichnt. 
OH  happy  nation,  wh^re  the  Lord 
Reveals  the  treafure  of  his  w»fd, 
And  builds  his  church,  hn  earthly  throne  !    ' 
His  eye  the  heathen  world  Purveys, 
Kpt  forrn'd  their  hearts,  he  knows  their  \ 
But .<3,> ,1  their  maker  is  unknown. 


PS   Al   M    S.  63. 

2  Let  kings  rely  upoo  their  hoft, 

And  of  his  ftrength  the  champion  boaft  ; 

In  vain  they  boaft,   in  vain  rcb  ; 
In  vain  we  truft  the  brutal  force, 
Or  fpeed,  or  courage  of  an  horfe, 

To  guard  his  rider,  or  to  fly. 

3  The  arm  of  our  almighty  Lord 
Doth  more  fee  are  defence  afford. 

When  death  or  dangers  threatening  (land  i 
Thy  watchful  eye  preferves  the  j  lift. 
Who  make  thy  name  their  fear  and  truft, 

When  wars  and  famine  wafte  the  land. 

4  In  ficknefs,  or  the*blot>dy  field, 
Our  great  Phyfician,  and  our  Shield 

Shall  fend  falvation  from  his  throne  ; 
We  wait  to  fee  thy  goodnefs  mine  ; 
Let  us  rejoice  in  help  divine, 

For  all  our  hope  is  God  alone. 

PSALM  XXXIV.  Firft  part.    Long  Metre, 

Cod's  care  of  bis  faints  ;  or,  Deliverance  by  prayer. 

1  TORD,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days, 

Thy  praife  mall  dwell  upon  my  tongue  -. 
My  foul  {hall  glory  in  thy  grace, 

While  faints  rejoice  to  bear  the  fong. 

2  Come,  magnify  the  Lord  with  me, 

Let  ev'ry  heart  exalt  his  name; 
I  fought  th'  eternal  God,  and  he 
Has  not  exposM  my  hope  to  fhame. 

3  I  told  him  all  my  fecret  grief, 

My  fecret  groaning  reacl/d  his  ear; 
Ke  gave  my  inward  pains  relief, 

And  calm'd  the  tumult  of  my  fears. 

4  To  him  the  poor  lift  up  their  eyes, 

With  heav'nly  joy  their  faces  fiiine, 
A  beam  of  mercy" from  the  fkie> 
Fills  them  with  light  and  love  dfviii*, 


94  P    S    A    L   M    S. 

His  holy  angels  pitch  their  tents 

Around  the  iv.cn  that  ferve  the  Lord 
Oh  fear  and  love  him  aii  his  faints, 

Tafte  of  his  grace,  and  trutt  his  word. 
6  The  wild  young  lions,  pinch'd  with  pain 
And  hunger,  roar  through  all  rtte  wood  ,' 
But  none  fhall  feek  the  Lord  in  vain 
Nor  want  fuppfies  of  real  good. 
p  S  A  L  M  XXXIV.   ver.  I  r,  22.  Second  part, 
Long  Metre. 
Religious  education ;  or,   ir,j}?"i{fien  tf.pt/ti. 

1  C^IILDREN'  ln  >'ears  "mi  knowledge  young 

Your  parents'  hope,  your  parents' joy, 
Attend  the  counfek  of  my  tongue, 

Let  pious  thoughts  your  minds  employ. 

2  If  you  defire  a  length  of  day*, 

And  peace  to  crown  your  mortal  Gate, 
Reftrain  ynur  I'eet  from  impious  ways, 
Your  lips  from  /lander  and  deceit. 

3  The  eyes  of  God  regard  bis  faints, 

His  ears  are  apen  to  their  cries  j 
He  ietshis  frowning  face  againft 
The  fons  of  violence  and  lies. 

4  To  humble  fouls  and  broken  hearts 

God  with  his  grace  is  ever  nigh ; 
Pardon  and  hope  his  !oi>e  imparts, 
When  men  in  deep  contrition  lie. 
5-  He  feik  their  tears,  he  counts  their  groans. 
His  Sdh  redeems  their  fouls  from  death, 
His  Spirit;  heals  their  broken  bones, 

His  prai-e  employs  their  tuneful  breath. 
PSALM  XXXIV.    ver    i,-I0.     Fir^  part. 
Common  Me  tie 
Prijer  andpraife  for  emiiieiil  fclherance* 
I   J'LL  blets  the  Lord  f.o.n  day  to  day 
How  good  arc  all  his  ways  ! 


P    S    A    L    M    S.  65 

Ye  humble  fouls  that  ufe  to  pray, 

Come,    heJp  my  lips  to  prsife. 
Sing  to  the  honor  of  his  name, 

How  a  poor  fuil'rer  cry'd, 
Nor  was  his  hope  expos'd  to  iharae, 

Nor  was  his  fuit  deny'd. 

2  When  thre at?  nip  g  forrows  round  me  (locd. 

And  ewdlefi  fears  arofe, 
Like  the  loud  billows  of  a  flood, 

R? doubling  all  my  woes  : 
I  told  the  Lord  my  fore  riiftrefs, 

With  heavy  groans  and  tears  ; 
He  gave  my  fharpeft  torments  eafe, 

And  filenc'd  ail  my  fears. 

P    A  V  S  E. 

[5  O  Tinners,  come  and  rafre  his  love, 
Come,  learn  his  pleafant  ways, 
And  let  our  own  experience  prove 
The  ftveetnefs  of  his  grace. 
5  He  bids  the  angels  piteh  their  tents 
Round  where  his  children  dwell  ; 
What  ills  their  heav'nly  cares  prevents 
No  earthly  tongue  can  tell.] 

J  O  love  the  Lord,  ye  faints  of  his; 
His  eye  regards  thejuft  ! 
How  richly  bleft  their  portion  is 
Who  make  the  Lord  their  truft  \ 

3  Young  lions,  pinch'd  with  hunger,  roar, 

And  famifn  in  the  wood  : 

But  God  fupplies  his  holy  poor 

With  ev'ry  needful  good.] 

PSALM  XXXIV.     ver.  1 1 ,  12,  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Exhortation  to  peace  arid  holhicfs. 
I  £OME,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord, 
^  And  that  you  J  days  be  long, 


^  PSALMS. 

Let  not  a  f^orfpiwfulword 

Be  found  upon  your  tongue. 

2  Depart  from  mi fchief,  prartifelove 

Pnrfue  tiie  works  of  peare  ;  ' 

So  fhalj  the  Lord  your  ways  approve. 
And  fet  your  fouls  at  eafe. 

3  His  eyes  awake  to  guard  the  jtift 

Mis  ears  attend  their  cry  :  • 

When  broken  fpirits  dwell  in  dirt, 
The  God  of  grace  is  nigh. 

4  What  though  the  furrows  here  they  tafe 

Are  fiiarp  and  tedious  too, 
The  Lord,   that  faves  them  ail  at  lafr 
Is  their  fupporter  now. 

5  Evil  fliall  fmite  the  wicked  dead  ; 

But  God  iecures'his  own, 
Prevents  the  mifchief  when  they  Aide 
Or  heah  the  broken  bone.         '  f 

6  When  deflation,  Jikea  flood, 

O'er  the  proud  fmner  rolls, 

Saints  find  a  refuge  in  their  C.'od, 

For  he  redeemed  their  Ibui:. 

PSALM  XXXV.  ver.  1 2,    rg,    \l. 

Common  Metre. 

Love  to  enemies;  or,    The  ioVi  of  Chrifih  fin 

ners  typified  in  David. 
•i    BSHOLDthelov,,   the  „,';,MS  Iuve 
I  hat  hoiv  David  fhov,3r 
Behold  his  kind  companion  move 
For  his  afBlrtedfoes  ! 

2  When  they  are  f,ck  his  fou!  com'pTaiis 

Av.(\  (skirts  to  fee!  thefnait  ;  ' 
The  fpirir  o£  the  gcfp-l  roigns) 
Aud  melcs  his  pious  heart. 

3  How  did  hi;  flowing  tears  CfndxtU 

As  for  a  bi  other  oezd  ! 


' 


P    S    A    L    M    S.  67 

And  fatting,  mortify'd  ]>;<•■  foal, 
\V!ii!e  for  their  life  lie  pray'd* 

4  They  groan'd,  and  curs'd  him  on  their  bed7 

Yet  itiil  he  pleads  and  mourns  ; 
!    And  double  bleiEngs  on  his  head 
The  righteous  God  returns. 

5  O  glorious  type  of  heav'nly  grace  {. 

Thus  Chrift  the  JLo-.d  appears  ; 
While  Tinners  cuife,  the  Saviour  prayc, 
And  pities  them  with  tears. 

6  He,  the  true  David,  Ifvn'i's  King, 

Blffjs'cl  aud  lielav'd  of  God, 
To  fave  us  rebels  dead  in  (in 
Pay'd  his  own  deareft  bjood. 

PSALM  XXXVI.     ver.  5,  9-     ^onS  Metr*# 

The  perfections  an  A  providence  of 'God ;  or,  Geru 

eral  providenee  and  fpec :al  grace. 

1  HIGH  in  the  heav'n%  eternal  God, 

Thy  goodnefs  in  full  glory  mines  ; 
Thy  trutS  fliall  break  th:V  ev*ry  cloud 
That  veils  and  darkens  thy  defigns. 

2  For  ever  firm  thy  juftice  (lands, 

As  mountains  their  fotmdations'Ree^  ; 
Wife  a-:c  the  wonders  of  thy  hands, 
Thy  judgments  sic  a  mid-ty  deep. 

3  Thy  pi  evidence  is  kind  and  large, 

Both  man  and  beaft  thy  bounty  fnare  ; 
The  who'e  creaiion  \~.  thy  p'oa -;  : -, 
But  faints  are  thy  pee;  II  n  care. 

4  My  God  !    how  exceih  r.t -,r>\ 

Whence  a!!  our  hope  ;  1  1     comfort  firings 
The  Cons  of  Adam  rn  1  '      i  i 

FJy  to  the  madow  oi   thy  wmgs. 

5  From  the  provisions  of  thy  houfe 

We  fHafibs  fed  withfweet  pepaft, 


6S  PSALMS. 

There  mercy,  like  a  river,  flows, 
And  brings  fulvarjon  to  our  tafte. 
Li  fe,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 

Springs  from  the  prefence  of  my  Lord; 
And  in  thy  light  our  foutf  shall  fee 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

PSAL1VI  XXXVI.     ver.  i,   2,   5,   6,   7,   9. 
Common  ?vletre< 
P radical  athcifm  cxpofed  ;    or,   The  being  and  at- 
tributes of  God  ajerted. 

1  ^y  HILE  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways 

And  yet  a  Cod  they  own, 
My  heart  within  me  often  fays, 

"  Their  thoughts  believe  t'lere's  none." 

2  Their  thoughts  and  ways  at  once  declare, 

(Wbate'er  their  lipsprofefs) 
God  hath  no  wrath  for  them  to  fear, 
Nor  will  they  feek  his  grace. 

3  How  ftrange  felf-flatt'ry  blinds  their  eyes? 

But  there's  a  haii'ning  hour 
When  they  foal]  fee,  with  mere  furprife, 
The  terrors  of  thy  pow'r. 

4  Thyjuftice  fhail maintain  its  throne, 

Though  mountains  rncltaway  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  world  unknown, 
A  deep  unfathsm'd  fea. 

5  Above  thefe  heaven's  created  rounds, 

Thy  mercy,  Lord,  extend - 
Thy  truth  outlives  the  narrow  bounds 
Where  time  and  nature  end. 

6  Safety  to  man  thy  goodnefs  bring?, 

Nor  overlooks  the  beaft  ; 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  children  chufe  to  reft> 
L7  From  thee,  when  creature  ftrearus  run  iow, 
Ant  fiiortal  comforts  die. 


PSALMS.  69 

Perpetual  fprings  of  life  (hall  flow, 
And  raife  our  pleafures  high. 

}  Though  nil  created  light  decay, 
And  death  crefe  up  our  eye?, 

Thy  presence  makes  eternal  day, 
Where  clouds  can  never  rife.] 

>SALM    XXXVT.    ver.  r— 7.    Short  Metre. 

"be  -wickednefs  of  man,  and  the  majejiy  of  God;  or, 
Practical  atheifm  expo  fed. 

TIT  HEN  man  grows  bold  in  fin, 
My  heart  within  me  cries, 
*«  He  hath  no  faith  cf  God  within, 
«  Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 
2  He  walks  awhile  concealed 
In  a  felf-flaSt'ring  dream, 
Till  his  da^k  crimes,  at  once  reveaFd? 
Espofe  fits  hateful  name.] 

His  heart  is  falfe  and  foul, 

His  words  are  fmooth  and  fair  ; 
Wifdom  is  banifh'd  from  his  foul, 

And  leaves  no  goodnefs  there. 

He  plots  upon  his  bed 

l>lew  mifchiefs  to  fulfil  ; 
He  fets  his  heart,  and  hand,  and  head. 

To  praftife  all  that's  ill. 
I  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 
His  juilice,   hid  behind  a  clo.ud, 

Shall  one  great  day  appear. 
His  truth  tranfeends  the  fl:y, 

In  heav'n  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  a?  the  fea  his  judgrfrerrts  lie, 

His  anger  barns  to  hell. 
How  e^ceilen"  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  fi-fe.ty  fprings  1 


70  PSALM    5. 

O  never  let  my  foul  remove 
From  underneath  his  wing? ! 

PSALM  XXXVII.     ver.  i,— 15.     Firftpart- 

Common  Metre. 

The  cure  of  e>rvyy  frctfulnefs,   and  unbelief ;  or, 

The  rewards  of  the  righteous  and  the  -wicked. 

1  \yHY  ftiould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret 

To  fee  the  wicked  rife? 
Or  envy  fiune:  s  waxing  great 
By  violence  and  lies  \ 

2  As  flow'ry  grafs,  cut  down  atuoon, 

Befote  the  evening  farles, 
So  fhall  their  glories  vanilh  foon 
In  everlaliing  flaades. 

3  Then  let  me  make  the  Lord  my  trufi% 

And  praftife  all  that's  good  ; 
So  fhal!  I  dwell  among  the  juft, 
And  he'll  provide  me  food. 

4  I  to  my  God  my  ways  commit, 

And  chearful  wait  his  will  : 
Thy  hand,  which  guides  my  doubtful  feet, 
Shall  my  defnes  fulfil. 

5  Mine  innocence  malt  thou  difplay, 

And  make  thy  judgments  known, 
Fair  as  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
And  glorious  as  the  noon. 

6  The  meek  at  lalt  the  earth  poflefs, 

And  are  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ; 
True  riches,  with  abundant  peace, 
To  humble  foul*  are  giv'n. 

PAUSE. 

7  Reft  in  the  Lord,  and  keep  his  way, 

Nor  let  your  anger  rife, 
Though  providence  ilioiiJd  Jong  delay 
To  punifli  iaughty  %  ice. 

8  Let  finneri join  to  break  your  peace, 

And  plot,  ?nd  rag,e,  aud  loam  , 


P    S    A    L    M    S.  ji 

The  Lore)  derides  them,  for  be  fees 
Their  day  of  vengeance  come. 

9  Thsy  have  drawn  out  the  threatening  fword 

Have  bent  the  murd'rous  bow,  ' 

T<*  flay  the  men  that  fear  the  Lord, 
And  bring  tfce  righteous  low. 

10  My  God  fhaJ]  break  their  bows,  and  burn 

Their  persecuting  darts  ; 
Shall  their  own  fwordsagainft  them  turn 
And  pierce  their  ftubborn-  hearts. 

PSALM   XXXVII.     ver.  16,    2r,  26    a|. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre,     ' 
etiariiy  to  the  *aor;  or,  Religion  hi  nords  m&  deeds \ 
\   \T/HY  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boafr, 
And  grow  profanely  bold  ? 
The  meaneft  portion  of  thejuft, 
Excels  the  finners7  gold. 
3  The  wicked  borrows  of  his  friends, 
But  ne'er  defigns  to  pay ; 
The  faint  is  merciful,  and  lends, 
Nor  turns  the  poor  away. 
3.  His  alms,   with  InVraf  heart,  he  gives 
Amongft  the  fons  of  need  ; 
His  menVry  to  long  ages  lives,, 
And  blefTed  is  his  feed. 

4  His  lips  abhor  to  talk  profane, 

To  (lander  and  defraud  ; 
His  ready  tongue  declares  to  men 

What  he  has  learn'd  of  God. 
i  The  law  and  gofpel  of  the  Lord 

Deep  in  his  heait  abide  ; 
Led  by  the  Spirit  and  the  Word, 

His  feet  fiiall  never  Aide. 
f>  When  fmners  fall,  the  righteous  Hand 

Preftrv'd  from  e  y'ry  fcare  5 


72  PS    A    L    M    S. 

They  mall  poflVfs  thepromis'd  land,' 
And  dwell  for  ever  there. 

PS  AL  M  XXXVI.  ver.  23,-37.  Third      r 
Common  IVTetre. 
The  way  and  end  of  the  righteous  and  wicked. 

1  MT^00''  ^ie  ^eP3  °f  pious  men 

Are  order'd  by  thy  will ; 
Though  they  mould  fall,  they  rife  again, 
Thy  bands  fupports  them  ftilj. 

2  The  Lord  delights  to  fee  their  ways, 

Their  virtue  he  approves  ; 
He'll  ne'er  deprive  them  of  his  grace, 
Nor  leave  the  men  he  loves. 

3  The  heav'nly  heritage  is  theirs, 

Their  portion  and  tbeir  home  ; 
He  fettfts  them  now,  and  makes  them  heirs 
Of  ble flings  long  to  come. 

4  Wait  on  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  men, 

Nor  fear  when  tyrants  frown  ; 
Ye  (hall  confefs  their  pride  was  vain, 
Whenjuftice  caftsthem  down. 


5  The  haughty  finner  have  I  feen, 

Not  fearing  man  nor  God, 
Like  a  tall  bay-tree,   fair  and  green, 
Spreading  his  arms  abroad. 

6  And,  lo,  he  vanifh'd  from  the  ground, 

Deitroy'd  by  hands  unfeeu  ; 
Nor  root,   nor  branch,   nor  ltaf,  was  found,. 
Where  all  that  pride  had  been. 

7  But  mark  the  ma-ii  of  righteoufnefs, 

His  fev'ral  fleps  attend  ; 
True  pleafnre  runs  through  all  his  ways* 

And  pcacsful  h  Jjh.end. 


P    S   A  L.  M  $. 


/ 


PSALM  XXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Guilt  of conference  andreliefv  or,  Repentance 
and  prayer  for  pardon  and  health. 
I   ^MIDST  thy  wrath  remember  love. 
Reftore  thy  fervaavt,   Lord  ; 
Nor  let  a  Father's  chaining  prove 
Like  an  avenging  fwo-rd. 
2  Thine  arrows  flick  within  my  heart 
My.fiefh  is  forely  prefs'd  / 
Between  the  forrow  and  the  fmart 
My  fpirit  finds  no  reft. 
J  My  fins  a  heavy  load  appear, 
And  o'er  my  head  are  gone  ; 
Too  heavy  they  for  me  to  bear, 
Too  hard  for  me  t'  atone. 

4  My  thoughts  are  like  a  troubled  ft  a, 

That  finks  my  comforts  down  ; 
And  I  go  rnournir.g  all  the  day 
Beneath  my  Father's  frown. 

5  Lord,   I  am  weake.n'd  and  difmav'd, 

None  of  my  pow'rs  are  whole  ; 
My  wounds  with  piercing  angujfii  bleed, 
The  anguifh  of  my  foul. 

6  All  my  defucs  to  thee  a-;e  knowp, 

Thine  eye  counts  ev'ry  tear 
And  ev'ry  firrh,  and  ev'ry  groan 
Is  notie'd  by  thine  ear. 

7  Thou  art  my  God,   my  only  nope, 

My  God  will  hear  w*y  cry  ; 
My  God  will  bear  my  fpirit  up 
-    When  Satan  bids  me  die. 

8  [Mv  Foes  rejoice  whene'er  I  Hide 

To  'ee  my  virtue  fail  ; 
They  vaife  their  pleafure  and  their  pri<k 
Whcne  er  their  wiles  prevail. 
D 


74  PSALMS* 

9   Bat  I'll  cmf-f;  my  guilty  way?, 
A -id  grieve  Tor  all  m.v  tin  ; 
I'll  mjcmm  Iv^.v  wea'c  the  fee&z  of  grace, 
And  tteg  fupport  divine. 

lo    My  Gvd  forgive  my  follies  pafl, 
And  be  for  ever  nigh, 
O  Lord  of  my  falvation  haH-e, 
Before  thy  fy  ry^nt  die. ] 

PSALM    XXXlX.    ver.  i,  2,  3.     Firft'  part. 
Common  Metre. 

JVatchfulnefs  over  the  tongue  ;  or,  Prudence  anJ 
zeal. 

1  THUS  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord, 

u  Mow  -will  I  watch  my  tongue, 
*i   Left  I  let  flip  one  finful  word, 
u  Or  do  my  neighbour  wrong. " 

2  Whene'er  conftrain'd  a  while  to  ftay 

With  men  of  life  profane, 
I'll  fet  a  double  guard  that  day, 
Nor  let  my  talk  fee  vain. 

:1'11  fcaice  allow  my  lips  to  fpeak 
The  pious  thoughts  I  feel, 
Left  fcoflers  fhould  th/  occahon  take 
To  nwck  my  holy  zeal. 
A  Yet  if  r  me  proper  hour  appear, 
I'll  not  be  overaw'd, 
But  let  the  fcoffmg  finner  hear 
That  we  can  fpeak  for  God. 

PSA  L  M   XXXIX-     ver.  4,  5,  6,  7. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
The  vanity  of  man  as  tnort.i!. 
1  TEACH  me  the  meafure  of  my  days, 
Thou  Maker  of  my  frame  ; 
wo   old  furvey  life's  narrow  fpace, 
And  learn  how  frail  1  am. 


V    3    A    L    M    S-  yc 

2  A  Tpan  is  all  that  we  can  boalr, 

An  inch  or  two  of*  time  ; 
Matt  h  &ut  vanity  and  <tuit 
In  ail  his  flower  and  prime. 

3  See  the  vatoa  race  ox*  mortals  move 

Like  fhadows  o'er  the  plain  ; 
They  rage  and  ftrive,  defire  and  love, 
But  all  the'hoife  is  vain. 

4  Some  walk  in  honour's  gaudy  fhow, 

Some  dig  For  golden  ore, 
They  toil  for  heirs,   they  know  not    who, 
And  ftraight  are  Jeen  no  more. 

5  What  ilionld  I  wim,  or  wait  for  then, 

From  creatures,  earth,  and  dull: 
They  make  our  expectations  vain, 
And  difappoint  our  trnft. 

6  Now  I  forbid  my  carna!  hope^ 

My  fond  defires  recall : 
I  give  my  mortal:  inteieft  up, 
And  make  my  God  my  all 

-PSALM    XXXIX.  ver.  9,-.,3,  Third  part. 

Common  Metre. 
Sick-hed  demotion;.  or?  Fhadln?  without  re  finings 
*    GOD  b?my  HfeJ  look  gently  down. 
Behold  the  pains  I  feel ; 
But  I  am  dumb  before  thy  throne, 
Nor  dare  difpute  thy  will. 

2  Difeafes  are  thy  fervant-;,   Lord,, 

They  come  at  thy  command; 
I'll  not  attempt  a  murmuring  word 
Againil  thy  cbaa'ning  hand. 

3  Yet  I  may  plead  with  humble  cries, 

Remove  thy  (harp  rebukes  : 
My  ftrength  confumes,  my  fpirit  dies, 
v     Through  thy  repeated  ftrokes. 


7(y  J>    S   A    L    W    S» 

4  Cruih'd  as  a  moth  beneath  thy  hand*, 

We  monlder  to  the  duff  : 
Our  feeble  pow'rs  can  ne'er  withftand, 
And  all  ojwr  beauty's  loft. 

5  I'm  but  a  ftranger  here  below, 

As  all  my  father's  were  ; 
Mav  1  be  well  prepar'd  to  go, 
When  I  thy  fajanoons  hear  . 

6  Bntif^vl'^berpavMawhile 

Before  mv  laft  remove, 
nphy  p'-aife  fhall  be  my  buftnefs  ftill, 
And  I'll  declare  thy  love. 

PS  A  LM    XL.  ver.i,  2-  3,  5,  »*t  Firft  pft* 
Common  Me're. 
^  /*»£  of  deliverance  from  great  JiJ! rep. 
j   T  WAITED  patient  for  the  Lord, 
He  bow'd  to  hear  my  cry  ; 
He  few  me  reftine  on  his  word, 
And  brought  fatvation  nigh. 
2  He  rats'd  me  from  a  horrid  pit, 
Where  raonrnimr,  lon,l  *  !aV> 
And  from  my  bona,  relcas'd  my  feet, 
Deep  bonds  of  mirv  clay. 
a  Pirn'  as  a  rock  he  made  me  (land, 
°     'And  taught  my  cheerful  tongue 
To  praiie  the  wonders  of  his  band, 
In  a  new  thankful  long. 
4  I'll  Spread  his  work'  of  *race  abroad  ; 
The  feints  with  joy  fhall  near, 
And  Tinners  learn  to  r/ake  my  God, 
Their  only  hope  and  fear. 
c  How  many  are  the  thoughts  of  love  ;     . 
Thv  mercies,   Lord,  how  great! 
We  have  not  words  nor  hours  enough 
Their  numbers  to  repeat. 


PSALMS.  77 

7  When  I'm  afflicted,  poor  and  low, 

And  light  and  peace  depart, 

My  God  beholds  my  heavy  woe, 

And  bears  rue  on  hjfs  heart. 

P  S  A  L  M    XL.    ver.  6, — 9.     Secoad  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  incarnation  on  A  facrifice  of  Cb  rift. 

1  YHUS  iaicu  the  Lord,  **  Your  work  h  vain, 

U   Give  your  burnt  oif'ring-s  o'er 
"  In  dying  goats  and  bullocks  {lain 
w    My  foul  delights  no  more  '" 

2  Then  fpake  the  Saviour,  "  Lo,   I'm.  he~ 

<\  My  God,  to  do  thY  v,jil;  » 

"  Whate'er  thy  facrecl  books  declare 
"  Thy  fe'rvant  mail  fulfil.  f 

3  "  Thy  love  is  ever  in  my  fight, 

"  I  keep  it  near  ray  heart \ 
"  Mine  eyes  are  open'd  with  delight 
"  To  what  ray  lips  impart." 

4  And  fee!   the  bleft  Redeemer  comes  I 

Th   eternal  Son  appears, 
And  at  th'. appointed  time  aiTumes 
The  body  God  prepares. 
3  Much  he  reveal'd  his  Father's  grici 
And  much  his  truth  he  fliew'd 
And  preach'd  the  way  of  righteoufnefs 
Where  great  alTemblies  itoyd. 

6  His  Father's  honour  touched  his  heart; 

He  pity'd  fniners  cries, 
And  to  fulfil  a  Saviour's  part 
NVas  made  a  facrifice. 
pause. 

7  No^blood  of  bealts  on  altars  fted 

Could  wafh  the  confcience  clean, 
But  tile  rich  facrifice  he  paid 
Atones  for  all  our  fin. 


73  PSALM   S. 

tf   Then  was  the  great  falvntion  fpread, 
And  Satan's  kingdom  (hook  ; 
Thus,   by  the  woman's  promis'd  feed 
The  ferpent's  head  was  broke. 

PSALM  XL.    ver.  5,— 10.     Long  Mitre. 

Chr'ift  cur  fieri fia. 

1  ^HE  wonders,  Lord,  thy  love  has  wrought;. 

Exceed  our  piaife,  fnrmonnt  our  thought; 
Should  I  attempt  the  long  derail, 
My  fpeech  would  famt,  my  numbers  fait*. 

2  No  blood  of  beafts,  on  altars  fpilt. 
Can  cleanfe  the  foul  of  man  from  guilt; 
But  thou  haft:  fet  before  our  eves 

An  all  fufficient  facrifice. 

g  Lo!  thine  denial  Son  appears, 
To  thy  defijrns  he  bows  his  ears, 
Affiimfes  a  body  well  prepared, 
And  well  performs  a  work  fo  hard. 

4  ll  Be'rrold  I  come,"  the  Saviour  cries, 
With  love  and  duty  in  his  eyes ; 

44  I  come  to  bear  the  heavy  load 
**  Of  fins,  and  do  thy  will  my  God. 

5  "  'Tis  written  in  thy  great  decree, 
11  'Tis  in  thy  book  foretold  of  me  ; 
*(  I  muft  fulfil  the  Saviour's  part, 

**  And,  lo,   the  law  is  in  my  heart. 

C    '*  I'll  magnify  thy  holy  law, 

"  And  rebels  to  obedience  draw, 

"  When  on  thy  crofs  I'm  lifted  high, 

"  Or  to  my  crown  above  the  Iky. 

7    "  The  Spirit  (hall  defcend  and  Chow 
"  What  thou  haft  dor.e,   and  what  I  do  ; 
ii  The  W!  ruiVing  world  fliall  learn  thy  grace,.. 
*'   And  all  Creadon  tune  thy  piulie-'" 


P  S  A  L  M  S»  yn 

PSALM  XLI.    ver.  1,2,  3.    Long  Metre. 

Charity  to  the  fsor;   or,  Ptty  to  the  '*$}&&. 

1  ftLESS'D  h  the  man  whofe  breaft  can  move 

And  melt  with  pit  v  ro  the  poor, 
Whofe  foul,   bv  fympat-hi^ia^  love. 
Feels  what  his  fellow-faints  endure. 

2  His  hfcstti  contrives  for  their  relief 

More  good  than  his  own  hands  can  do; 
lie,   in  the  time  of  gen'ral  grief, 
Shall  find  the  Lord  has  mercy  too. 

3  His  foul  fhall  live  fecure  on  eartb? 

With  fecret  bteffiilgs  on  his  head, 
When  drought,  and  peftilence,   and  dearth. 
Around  him  multiply  their  dead* 

4  Or  if  he  languifh  on  his  couch, 

Gid  will  pronounce  his  fins  tbrgiv'n, 
Will  fare  him  with  a  healing  touch, 
Qr  take  his  willing  foul  to 'heav'n. 

PSALM    XLIL     ver.  r,-9.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 
Befertion  aifi  hope;  or,  Complaint  of  ah  fence 
from  public  \L<orptp._ 

1  WITH  earnefr  longings  of  the  mind, 

My  God  to  thee  I  look ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  tafte  the  cooling  brook. 

2  When  fhall  I  fee  thy  courts  of  *race 

And  me-ei:  my  God  a^pW*     *'         ' 
So  long  an.  abfence  from  thy  face 
My  heart  indures  with  pain.'" 

3  Temptation*  vex  my  weary  feu], 

A,"d  tear?  r,re  my vepafi  ; 
The  foe  jrtfiiit«j  without  coutr.mil, 
**   And  v/h-re's  your  God  at  ]a'}?'r 

4  'Tig  with  a  s^'Hirnfjv!  pkaf^sc  now 

*  think  on  SRciefttda.YS  ; 


to  P    S    A"   L    M    S. 

Tin n  to  thy  hou'fe  did  numbers  go, 

And  all  our  work  was  praife. 
|  But  why,  my  foul,  funk. down  Co  far 

Banea-.:h  this  heavy  bad  ? 
My  fpirit  why  indulge  defpair, 

And  fur  again  ft  my  God  ? 

Hope  in  tlie  Lord,  whofe  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove, 
Fori  (hall  yet  before  him  (land, 
And  ling  reftoring  love. 

PSALM    XLH.     ver.  6,—  i2.     Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 
%Ielancbofy  thoughts  reproved ;  or,  Hot?  in  af* 

jtra/in. 

5   ]y[Y  fpirit  finks  within  me,    Lord, 

But  I  will  call  thy  name  to  mind, 
And  times  of  pad  *di(lrefs  record, 

When  I  have  found  my  God  was  kind. 

2  Hu^e  troubles,  with  tumultuous  noife, 

Swell  like  a  fea,  and  roun  1  me  fpread  ; 
The  riling  waves  drown  all  my  joys, 
And  roll  tremendous  o'er  my  head. 

3  Yet  will  the  Lord  command  his  love, 

When  I  addrefs  his  throne  by  day, 
"SI or  in  the  night  his  grace  remove  ; 
The  night  mall  hear  me  ling  and  pray. 

4  l'llcaft  myfelf  before  his  feet, 

And  fay,   4;  My  God,  my  heav'nly  Rock, 
-<<  why  doth  thy  love  f«  long  forget 

'•  The  foul  that  groan.s beneath  thy  ftroke?''' 

5  I'll  chide  my  heart  that  fmks  fo  lo*w  ; 

Why  mould  my  foul  indulge  her  grief? 
Hope  in  the  Lo.rd,  and  praife  him  too  ; 
He  is  my  reft,  my  fure  relief. 

5  My  God,  my  moft  exceeding  joy, 

Thy  light  ana  truth  fhall  guide  me  ftitf, 


PSALMS.  8, 

Thy  word  mall  my  heft  thoughts  employ, 
And  lcz.<l  me  to  thine  heav'nly  lull. 

PSA  L  M    XLIII.     Common  Metre. 
Safety  in  divine  protection. 
i    JUDGE  me,   O  God,  and  plead  my  caufe, 
J    Again(l  a  finful  race.; 
From  vile  opprefiion  and  deceit, 
Secure  me  by  thy  grace. 
I  2  On  thee'my  rledfair  hope  depends., 
And  am  I  left  to  mourn  ? 
To  fink  in  forrows,   and  in  vain 
Implore  thy  kind  return  ? 

3  Oh  lend  thy  Sight  to  guide  my  feet, 

And  bid  thy  truth  appear, 
Conduct  me  to  thine  holy  hill, 
To  tafte  t  hy  mercies  there. 

4  Then  to  thy  altar,  oh,  my  God,  - 

My  joyful  feet .{kail  rife, 
And  my  triumphant  fong  (hall  praife 
The  God  that  made  the  fkies. 

5  Sink  not,  my  foul,  beneath  thy  fear, 

Noryield  ;o  weak  defpa.tr; 
For  I  have  Hv'd  to  praife  the  Lord, 
And  blefs  his  guardian  care.. 

PSALM    XLIV.  ver.  i,  2,3,8,  15,-26. 

Common  Metre. 

The  church's  complaint  'in  perfection, 

1  ]^OFv.D,   we  have  neard  thy  works  of  old*  ' 

Thy  works  of  paw'r  and  grace, 
When  to  our  ears  oar  father's  told 
The  wonders  of  their  days  : 

2  They  faw  thy  beauteous  churches dfe., 

The  fpreading  gofpel  run  ; 
While  light  and  glory  from  the  Ikies 

Through  all  their  temples  ihone,  j» 


^2  P    S    A   L   Jij    S. 

3  In  Go-!  they  boafred  all  the  day, 
And  in  a  -cheerful  throng  ' 
Did  thoufahds  meet  to  praife  and  pray, 
And  grace  was  all  their  fong. 
1   But  now  our  fouls  are  feiz'd  with  fhasne 
Confufion  fiJis  our  face, 
To  hear  the  enemy  blafpheme, 
And  foois  reproach  thy  gi  ace. 

5  Yet  we  have  not  forgot  our  God, 

Nor  falfely  deaf:  with  beav'n  ; 
Nor  have  our  fteps  declin'd  the  road 
Of  duty  thou  baft  giv'n. 

6  Though  dragons  all  around  us  roar, 

With  their  deftro&ive  breath, 
And  thine  own  hand  has  bruis'd  us  fore, 
Hard  by  the  gates  of  death. 

T>  A  U  S  E. 

7  We  are  exposed  all  day  to  die, 

As  martrys  for  thy  yame  ; 
As  fheep  for  {laughter  flteund  we  lie, 
And  wait  the  kindling  flame, 

8  Awake,  arife,  almighty  Lord, 

Why  fieeps  thy  wonted  grace? 
Why  ihoiild  we  Teem  like  men  abhorr'd,. 
Or  banifhM  from  thy  face. 
c>  Wilt  thou  forever  caft  ns  off, 
And  ftiii  negieft  our  cries  J 
Tor  ever  hide  thine  heav'nly  love 
From  our  aiftjcTed  eyes  I 
10  Down  to  the  dull  our  foul  is  bow'd, 
And  dies  upon  the  ground  ; 
Rife  for  our  help,    rebuke  the  proud, 
And  all  their  pbiv'rs  confound. 
ir  Redeem  us  from  perpetual  fhame, 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God; 
To  plead  the  honours  of  thy  name, 
IThe  merits  of  thv  blood. 


P    5    A    L   M    S.  $g\ 

P3AL  M    KLV.     Short  Metre. 

Tbegfory  of  Chrifi  ;   the  fuccefs  of  the  gcftel; 
ant  the  Gentile  church. 

1  J^Y  Saviour  and  my  King, 

Thy  beauties  are  divine  ; 
Thy  lips  with  bleilings  overflow. 
And  ev'ry  grace  is  thin;. 

2  Now  make  thy  glory  known, 

Gird  on  thy  dreadful  {word, 
And  rife  in  majefty  to  fpreatl 
The  conqueits  of  thy  ward, 

3  Strike  through  thy  ftubborn  foes, 

Or  make  their  hearts  obey, 
While  juftice/nieekuifs,  grace,   and  truth,, 
Attend  thy  glorioas  way. 

4  Thy  laws,  O  God,  are  righf, 

Thy  throne  frialj  ever  ftand  ; 
-    And  thy  victorious  gofpel  pro>i 
A  fceptre  in  thy  bund. 

5  [Thy  Father  and  thy  GoJ 

Hath  without  meafure  fhed. 

His  Spirit,,  like  a  gra\etfi!  oi!, 

T'  hftofnE  thy  faced  Head] 

6  [behold,   at  thy  right  hand 

The  Geotile'chu'rch  h  iben, 
A  beauteous  bride,   in  )  i  —  Li  airire,. 
And  princes  guard  the  queen. j 

7  Fair  bride,   re-eeive  his  love, 

Forget  thy  father's  houje  j 
Fo'-ibk-ethygods,    thy  idol  god?, 
And  pay  the  Lord  thy  vows. 

8  Oh  let  thy  God  and  King 

iThy  fweetefl  thoughts  emplay  ; 

-by  children  lb  all  his  b on  cur  fing, 

A  o  >>  talte  the  h  e*  v' a  1  v  \ o r. 


PSALMS. 
-PSALM    XLV.     Common  MetVe. 
The  ferfond  glories  and  gcv;rvment  of  Chrifi. 

1  J'LL  fj^ak  the  honours  of.  my  King, 

His  form  divinely  fair  : 
None  of  the  ions  of  mprta]  race 
May  with  the  Lord  compare. 

2  Sweet  is  thy  fpeech,  and  heav'nly  grace,. 

Upon  thy  lips  is  fned ;  '  * 

Thy  God  with  blefllng  infinite 
Hath  crown'd  thy  facred  head. 

3  Gird  on  thyfw.ird,  various  prince, 

Ride  with  majeitic  fway; 
Thy  terror  mall  ftrike  through  thy  foes, 
And  make  the  world  obey/ 

4  Thy  throne,  O  God,  for  ever  frauds, 

Thy  word  of  grace  fhall  prove 
A  faithful  fceptre  in  thy  hands, 
To  rule  thy  faints  by  love. 

5  ja'.tice  and  truth  attend  thee  ftil!, 

Bat  mercy  is  thy  choice  ; 
And  Goi,  thy  God,'  thy  foul  mall  fill 
With  rnofl  peculiar  joys. 

P  S  A  L M  XLV.     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
The  glory  ofChrifr,  and  the  poxver  of  his  go/pel. 

1  N°vV  b~  m?  heart  infpir'd  to  fing 

The  glories  of  my  Saviour  King, 
Jefus,  the  Lord  ;  how  heav'nly  fair 
Hi's  form  !  how  bright  bis  beauties  are  ! 

2  O'er  all  the  fons  of  human  race 
He  mines  with  far  fuperior  grace, 
Love  from  his  lips  di.inely  flows, 
And  bleftings  all  his  it  ate  compofe. 

3  Brefs  thee  iu  arms,  rnoft  mighty  Lord  ; 
Gird  on  the  tenors  of  thy  fword, 

In  piajefty  and  glory  ride, 

With  truth  and  meekneft  at  thy'fide. 


PSALMS.  &r 

4  Thine  anger,   li We  a  pointed  dart, 
Shall  pierce  the  foes  of  itubborn  heart  ; 
Or  wotds  of  me'cv,    hind  and  fweet 
Shall  melt  the  rebel;  at  thy  Feet. 

5  Thy  throne,  O  God,   for  ever  itands,. 
G  ace  is  the  fceptre,.   in  thy  hands; 
Thy  laws  and  works  are  juft  and  right-. 
But  grace  and  jufiice  thy  delight. 

6  God,   thine  own  God,  has  richly  fried 
His  oil  of  gladnefs  on  thy  head  ;' 
And  with  his  facred  Spirit  bJeft 
His  firft  born  Son  above  the  reft. 

PSALM    XLV.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
Cbrijt  and  his  church  ;  or,  The  myftical  marriage.. 

1  T/HE  King  of  faints,   how  fair  his  faee 

Adorn'd  with  majeftv  and  grace  ! 
He  comes  with  bleffings  from  above, 
And  wins  the  nations  t©  his  love. 

2  At  his  right  hand  our  eyes  behold  _   < 
The  queen,   array'd  in'pureft  gold  ; 
The  world  admires  her  heav'nlv  drefs 
Her  robes,  of  joy  and  righteoufnefs.      ? 

3  He  forms  her  beauties  like  his  own 
'  He  calls  and  feats  her  near  his  throne  * 

Fair  ftranger,  let  thine  heart  forget    * 
The  idols  of  thy  native  {late. 

4  So  fliali  the  King, the  mo*e  rejoice  « 
In  thee,  the  %vfrite  of  his  choice  ; 
Let  him  .he  lov'd,  and  yet "ador'd, 

r  or  he's  thy  Maker  and  thy  Lord'. 

5  Oh  happy  hour  when  thou  lhalt  rife 
To  his  fair  palace,  in  the  ikies, 
And  all  thy  fons  (a  numerous  train) 
Each  like  a  prince  in  glory  reign. 

6  Letendlefs  honours  crown  his  head*; 
Let  ev'ry  age  his  honours  fpread  % 


g5  PSALMS. 

While  we  with  c!ieerfal  fongs  approve 
The  condefcenfion  of  bis  love. 

PSALM   XLVL     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  church' s  fifcty  and  triu>nj>b  <v;wrig  nMiou.il 

defol.it  ions . 

1  QOD  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints, 

When  itoims  of  fharp  Biftreis  invade; 
Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  preient  with  his  aid. 

2  Let  mountains  from  their  feats  be  hurl'd 

Duvvn  to  the  deep,   and  buried  there* 
Couvulfions  laake  the  foiid  world; 
Our  faith  ihall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar, 

in  facred  peace  our  fouls  abide, 
While  ev'ry  nation,   evry  more 
Ti^;ubi;o,  add  dreads  i\\z  fwelling  tide. 

4  There  is  a  ftream,  whole  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God! 
Life,   love,  and  joy  ftiil  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  facred  fiream,  thine  holy  word, 

Supports  our  faith,  our  fftfef  controuls; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promifes  afford, 
And  give  new  iirength  to  faindng  fouls. 

6  Zi-m  enjoys  her  monarch's  love, 

Secure  againft  a  threatening  nour  ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move. 

Built  on  his  truth,   and  arm\l  with  pow'r 

PSALM  XLVI.     Second  part-     Long  Metre. 

GjJ  fight;  for  his  churcbt 
1    JET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

Though  tyrants  rage,  and  kingdom;  rife  ; 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice, 
The  nations  ntelr,  the  tumult  die:.. 


PSALMS. 

2  The  Lord  of  old  for  Jacob  fcvghr, 

And  Jacob's  God  is  ft  ill  our  aid  ; 
Behold  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought, 
What  deflations  he  hath  made, 

3  From  Tea  to  fea  through  al!  the  /bores 

Pie  makes  the  noife  of  battle  ceafe  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He  awes  the  trembling  world  to  peace, 

4  He  breaks  the  bow,  he  cuts  the  fpear 

•  Chariots  he  burns  with  heavenly  flame  ; 
Let  earth  in  filent  wonder  hear 
The  found  and  glory  of  his  name. 

5  "  Ee  (till,  and  learn  that  I  am  God, 

"   I  reign  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 
"   I  will  be  known  and  fear'd  abroad, 
"•  But  {till  my  tbrone  in  Zion  {lands." 
4>  O  Lord  of  holts,  almighty  King, 

While  we  To  near  thy  prefer,ce  dwell,  _ 
OurTairh  fhali  fit  fere=ne,  and  fing, 
Nor  fear  the  raging  powers  of  hell. 

P  S  A  L  M    XLVII.     Common  Metre, 

Chrij}  afce riding  and  reigning. 

1  QH  for  a  fhotit  cf  (acred  joy 

To  Godjhe  fov'reign  King  ! 
Let  ev'ry  land  their  tongues  employ,  ' 
And  hymns  of  'triumph  fing. 

2  Jefus,  our  God,   afcencls  on  high, 

His  beav'nly  guards  around 
Attend  him,  rifing  through  the  fky, 
With  trumpet's  joyful  found. 

3  While  angels  fhont  and  praife  their  King, 

Let  mortals  learn  their  (trains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honours  fing  ; 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearfe  his  praife  with  awe  profound, 

Let  know-ledge  guide  the  fong  ; 


87 


83  PSA    L    M    S. 

Nor  mock  him  with  a  fhlemn  found 
Upon  a  thoughtlefs  -Tongue. 

5  In  Ifrad  ftood  his  ancient  throne, 

He  lov'd  that  ci'ofcn  race; 
But  now  he  calls  the  world  his  own, 
And  heathens  tafte  his  grace. 

6  The  Gentile  nations  are  the  Lord's, 

Theie  Abraham's  God  is  known 
While  powers  and  princes,  fhields  and  fwords 
Submit  before  his  throne. 

PSALM    XL VIII.    ver.  i,—8.  '   Firft  part. 
Short  Metre. 

The  church  is  the  honour  and  fafety  of  a  natitn. 

1  TQREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
'-  And  let  His  praife  be  great  ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode, 

His  mod  delightful  feat. 

2  The  temples  of  his  grace, 

How  beautiful  they  ft  and  ! 

The  honours  of  our  native  place 

And  bulwarks  of  our  land.] 

3  In  Zion  God  is  known 

A  refuge  in  diftrefs; 
How  bright  has  his  falvation  fhone, 
How  fair  his  heav'nly  grace  ! 

4  When  kings  againft  her  join'd, 

And  faw  the  Lord  was  there, 
In  wild  confufiou,  of  the  mind 
They  fled  with  hafty  fear. 

5  When  navies,   tall  and  prsmd 

Attempt  to  fpoil  our  peace, 
He  fench  his  tempeft  rearing  loud, 
And  finks  them  in  the  fc-as. 

6  Oft  have  our  father's  told, 

Our  eyes  have  often  fcen, 


P    S    A    L   M    S. 
How  well  our  God  fecures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  flocks  have  been. 
?  In  ev'ry  new  dlfrrefs 

We'll  to  his  houie  repair, 
Recall  to  mind  his  wond'rous  grace 
And  leek  d'eliv'rance  there. 

PSALM    XLVII.  ver.  io,_ M.  Second  part. 

Short  Metre. 

The  beauty  eft  be  church  ;  or,   Go/pel  Horjhip  and 

order. 

1  pAR  as  thy  name  is  known 

The  world  declares  thy  prai/e  ; 
Thy  faints,   O  Lord,   before  thy  throne 
Their  longs  of  honour  raiie. 

2  With  ioy  thy  people  (land 
On  lion's -chofen  hill, 

Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counfels  of  thy  will. 

5  Let  flrangers  walk  around 
The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Compafs  and  view  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well. 

\  The  orders  of  thy  houfe, 
Thy  werlhip  of  thy  court, 
The  chearful  longs,  the  foleuln  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

;  How  decent  and  how  wife  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Beyond  the  pomp  that  charms  the  eyes.. 

And  rites  adorn'd  with  gold. 
The  God  we  worfhip  now 

Will  guide  us  till  we  die  ; 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 

And  ours  above  the  fky. 


"^0  PSALM    S. 

P  S  A  L  M   XLIX.     ver.  6,-14.  Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Pride  and  death  ;  or,  The  rauity  of  life  and  riches 
I    \YHY  doth»the  man  of  riches  grow 
To  infolence  and  pride, 
To  fee  iiis  wealth  and  honours  flow 
"Witty  ev'ry  rifling  ride  ? 

£2  Why  doth  he  treat  the  poor  with  (corn, 
Made  of  the  feif-fame  clay, 
And  b:>afr  as  tho'  his  flefli  were  born 
Of  better  duft  than  they  ?J 
3  Not  all  his  treafures  can  procure 
His  foul  a  fhort  reprieve, 
Redeem  from  death  one  guilty  hour, 
Or  make  his  brother  live. 
[4  Eternal  life  can  ne'er  be  fold, 
The  ranfom  is  too  high  ; 
Jufl.ic3  will  ne'er  be  brib'd  with  gold, 
That  man  may  never  die.] 

5  He  fees  the  brutifli  and  the  wife, 

Tne  tim'r  ous  and  the  brave, 
Quit  their  poffeiTion?,  clofe  their  eyes, 
And  hailen  to  the  ,;rave. 

6  Yet 'tis  his  inward  thought  and  pridr> 

"  My  houfe  fhall  ever  ftand  ; 
"  And  that  my  name  may  long  abide 
"  I'll  give  it  to  my  land" 

[7  Vain  are  his  thoughts,  his  hopes  are  loftj 
How  foon  his  mem'ry  dies  ! 
His  name  is  bury'd  in  the  duit, 
Where  his  own  body  lies  J 
p  a  u  s  E. 

8  This  is  the  folly  of  their  way  ! 
And  yet  their  fori s,   as  vain, 
Approve  the  words  their  fathers  fav, 
And  acts  their  works  apaih. 


91 


PS    A    L   M    S* 
9  Men  void  of  wifdom  and  of  grace, 
Though  honour  raife  them  high, 
Live  like  the  beait,  a  thonghtlefs  race, 
And  like  the  beait  they  die. 
[10  Laid  in  the  grave,  like  fillv  fheep, 
Death  triumphs  o'er  them  there, 
Ti,'l  the  laifc  trumpet  breaks  their  fleep, 
And  wakes  them  in  de/pa-ir. 

PSALM  Xl.iX.     ver.  i  j,  15.  Second  part 

Common  Metre. 
Death  ani  the  refurreclion. 
}   yE  fons  of  pride,  that  hate  the  juft  , 
And  trample  oriktne  poor, 
When  death  has  bi ought  you  tlown  to  dun% 
Your  pomp  mall  rife  no  more 

2  The  lafl  great  day  wall  change  the  fcene  J 

When  will  that  hour  appear? 
When  mail  the  juft  revive,  and  reign 
O'er  all  that  fcorn'd  them  here  f 

3  God  will  my  naked  foul  receive, 

Call'd  from  the  world  away, 

And  break  the  prifon  of  the  grave 

To  raife  my  mould'ring  clay, 

4  Heav'nismyeverlalirrg   home, 

Th'  inheritance  is  Aire  ; 
Let  men  of  pride  their  rage  refume, 
But  I'll  repine  no  more^ 

P  S  A  L  M    XLIX.    Long  Metre. 
The  rich  finncr's  deathman  J  the  faint' s  refurreCtlo?? 
1    WHY  do  the  proud  infuit  the  poor, 

And  boaft  the  laige  efiates  thev  have  ? 
'      W  V?in  are  r5clies  tq  feenre 

1  heir  haughty  owners  from  the  grave  ! 
-  They  can't  tedeem  an  hour  from  death, 
With  all  the  wealth  in  which  they  trull; 


92  Psalm,  s. 

Nor  give  a  dying  brother  breath, 

When  God  commands  him  down  to  duft. 

3  There  the  dark  earth,  an    difma!  (hade, 

Shall  clafp  their  naked  bodies  round: 
Thatflefh,   Co  delicately  fed, 

Lies  cold,  and  moulders  in  the  ground. 

4  Like  thoughtlefs  (keep  the  fmner  dies, 

And  leaves  his  glories  in  the  tomb  : 
The  faints  fhall  in  the  morning  rife, 
And  hear  the  oppreffor's  awful  doom. 

5  His  honours  peiifti  in  the  dnft, 

And  poinp  and  beauty,  birth  and  blood  : 
That  gUriousday  exalts  the  juft 
To  full  dominion  o'er  the  proud. 

6  My  Savicur  fhall  my  life  reftore, 

And  raife  me  from  my  dark  abode; 
My  flem  and  foul  ihali  part  no  more,. 
But  dwell  for  ever  near  my  God. 

PSALM    L.     ver.  i  ,—6.     Firfl  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  Lift  judgment ;  or,  The  faints  rewarded. 

1  rj["HE  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne 

B:ds  the  whole  earth  draw  nigh, 
'The  nations  near  the  rifing  fun, 
And  near  the  weitei  n  fky. 

2  No  more  fhall  bold  blafphemer,s  fay, 

41  Judgment  will  ne'er  begin  ;" 
No  more  abufe  his  long  delay 
To  impudence  and  Jin. 

3  Thron'd  on  a  cloud  our  God  fhall  come, 

Bright  flames  prepare  his  way, 
Thunder  and  darkneA,  fire  aid  ilorni, 
Lead  on  the  dreadful  day. 

4  He?V»  from  above  his  call  fhall  hear, 

Attending  angels  come, 


V    S   A  L  M  S.  ©3 

And  earth  and  h?.)\  fhall  know,  and  fear 
Hisjuftice  and  their  doom. 

5  "   But  gather  all  my  faints,"   he  cries 

"  That  marie  my  peace  with  God, 
"   By  the  Redeemer's  facrirlce, 
"  And  feal'd  it  with  his  b.^d. 

6  «  Their  faith  and  works, brought  f*r/.th  to  light. 

"  Shall  make  the  world  coafeic 
44   My  fentence  of  reward  is  right, 
44   And  heav'n  adore  my  grace. V 

PSALM    L.    ver.  ro,  r\i  14,  15,23. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
Obedience  better  than  facri fie. 

1  T/HUS  faith  the  Lord,  «  The  fpaciom  fields, 

"  And  flocks  and  herds,    are  mine  ; 
44  O'er  all  the  cattle  of  the  hills 
"  I  claim  a  right  divine. 

2  *«.  I  alk  no  fheep  for  facriflce, 

44  Nor  bullocks  burnt  with  fire; 
"  To  hope  and  love,  to  pray  and  praife, 
14  Is  all  that  I  require. 

3  "  Invoke  my  name  when  trouble's  near, 

44   My  hand  ihall  fet  thee  free  ; 
«  Then  mail  thy  thankful  lips  dec  lare 
44  The  honour  due  to  me.' 

4  ii  The  man  that  offers  humble  praiie, 

44  Declares  mv  glory  bed  : 
44    And  thofe  that  tread  my  holy  way's 
44  Shall  my  falvation  talte. 
PSALM    L.     ver.  1,  5,  S,  ,6,  2r,  2Z. 
Third  part.      Common  Metre. 
Judgment  of  hypocrites. 
I  yvrHEN  Ch-iit  to  judgment  ihall  defceod, 
And  fainf  iurround  their  Lord, 
He  calls  the  nations  to  attend, 
And  hear  his  awful  word, 


94  PSALM    s. 

2  "  Not  for  the  want  of  bullocks  flam, 

"  Will  I  the  world  reprove  ; 
"  Altars,  and  rites,  and  form?,  are  vain 
"  Without  the  fi.e  of  love. 

3  "  And  what  have  hypocrites  to  do 

"  To  bring  their  faci  ifice  ? 
"  They  call  my  Itatutes  juJt  and  true,. 
"  But  deal  m  theft  and  lies. 

4  u  Could  you  exp*a  to  'fcape  my  fight, 

41  And  iin  without  controul  I 
44  But  I  lhall  bring  your  crimes  to  light. 
44  With  anguilh  in  youx  iuul." 

5  Conflder,  ye  that  flight  the  Lord, 

Before  his  wrath  appear ; 
If  once  you  fall  beneath  his  fword, 
There's  no  deliv'rer  there. 

PSALM  L.      Long  Metre. 
Hjpocrify  expofed. 

1  THE  Lord,  the  Judge,  his  churches  warn 

Let  hypocrites  attend  and  fear, 
Who  place  their  hopes  in  rites  and  forms, 
Who  make  not  faith  oor  love  their,  care.. 

2  Vile  wretches  dare  rehearfe  his  name, 

With  lips  of  falfhood  and  deeeit; 
A  friend  or  brother  they  defame, 
And  footh  and  flatter  thoie  they  hate. 

3  They  watch  to  do  their  neighbours  wrong, 

Yet  dare  to  feek  their  Maker's  face  ; 
They  take  hb  covenant  on  their  tongue, 
But  break  his  laws,  abide  his  grace. 

4  To  heaven  they  lift  their  hand;  unclean, 

Defil'd  with  'luft,  denied  with  blood; 
By  night  they  practife  every  fin, 
By  day  their  months  draw  near  to  God. 

5  And  while  his  judgments  long  delay, 

Theyr  grow  fecvue,  and  fin  no  more  3 


P    S    A    L    M  ,S.  O- 

They  think  hefieeps  as  well  as  thev 
And  put  far  oft  the  dreadful  hour! 
6  O  dreadful  hour  !    when  God  draws  near. 
And  fets  their  crimes  before  their  eye's  ' 
His  wrath  their  guilty  fouls  (hall  tear 
And  no  deliverer  dare  to  rife. 

PSALM  I..     To  a  new  tune. 

The  lijl judgment.   . 

1  JHE  Lord,  the  Sov' reign,  lends  his  fummons 

forth, 
Calls  the  fouth  nations,  and  awakes  the  north* 
From^eattto  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpread* 
Thro'  diirant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead- 
No  more  (hall  atheifts  niosk  his  long  delay  ; 
His  vengeance,  fleeps  no  more  : -behald  the  day! 

2  RehoW,the  judge  defcendsjhis  guards  are  nigh 
Temped:  and  fire  attend  him  down  the  iky.  * 
Heav'n,  earth,  and  hell  draw   near;  let  all 

things  come 
To  hear  his  juftiee,  and  the  miner's  doom  : 
"  But  gather  firft  my  faints/'  the  Judge  com- 
mand*, [lands. 
Bring  them,  ye  angels,  from  their   diftant 
Behold,  my  covenant  (lands  forever  <>ood 
Seal'd  by  tit'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood*  [Je'w 
And  fign'd  with  all  their  names;  the  Greek,  the 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,   or  the  new 
There's  no  diftinftion   here;    prepare'  thei* 

thrones, 
And  near  me  feat  my  fav'rites  and  my  fons. 
I,  their  almighty  Saviour,   and  their  God 
I  am  their  Judge  :  ye  heav'ns  proclaim  abroad 
JVIy  juft  eternal  fentence,  and  declare 
Thole  awful  truths  that  linners  dread  to  hear 
Sinners  in  Zion,  tremble,   ar.d  retire  -        '  •  * 
3doo:n  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire,  ' 


g6  PSALMS. 

5  Mot  for  the  .vant  of  goats  or  bullocks  flain, 
Do  I  condemn  thee  ;  boils  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love;  in  vain  the  ftore 
Of  brutal  offering',  that  were  mine  before  ; 
Mine  arc  the  tamer  be  arts,  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  lords,  and  fields,  and  foreils  where 

they  feed. 

6  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  afk  thee  food? 
When  did  I  tfitrft,  or  take  the  victim's  blood  I 
Clan  I  be  flattered  with  thy  cringing  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chattVings,  and  fantaitic  vows? 
Are^ny  eyes  charn/d  thy  veitment3  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  ? 

7  Unthinking  wretch  I   how  could'it  thou  hope 

to  pleafe 

A  God,,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe? 
Wailewith  mygraceand ftatuteson  thytongae, 
Thou  lov'it  deceit, and  doit  thybrother  wrong  ; 
In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  seal  pretends, 
Thieves  audadult'rers  are  thycBofen  fiiends. 

8  Silent,    I  waited  with  long-fufF'i  ing  love, 
But  didftthou  hope  that:  I  fheuld  ne'er  reprove? 
And  cheiiih  fuch  an  impious  thought  within, 
That  God  the  righteou.  would  indulge  thy  fin  ; 
Bohold  my  tervo.  s  now  ;   my  thunders  roll, 
And  thy  own  ciimes  alight  tbyguilty  foul." 

9  Sinners,  awake  betimer. ;   ye  fools  be  wife  ; 
Awake  befoie  this  dreadful  morning  rile; 
Change  your  vain  thoughts,  your  iinful  works 

jam  end, 
Fly  to  the  Sav  iour,make  tbejudge  your  friend  ; 
Left,  like  a  lion,  his  la  ft  vengeance  tear 
Your  trembling  fouls,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

rSALM    L.     To  the  old  proper  tune. 
The   laft  jmlgi7unt. 
I  "pHE  God  of  glory  finds  Ids  fu  minors  forth, 
Calls  the  routhnaticns7anGuwakesthe  north; 


PSALM    S.  \7W 

From  eaftto  weft  the  fov'reign  orders  fpreaa. 
Thro'  diltant  worlds  and  regions  of  the  dead- 

Tbe  trumpet  Jounds, hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices; 
Lift  up  your  beads,  ye  faints,  -with  cheerful  voices.. 

2  No  more  {hall  atheifts  mock  his  long  delay; 
.  His  vengeance  fleeps  no  more:  behold  the  day! 

Behold, thejudgedefcends;  his  guards  arenigh, 
Tern  pert  and'hre  attend  him  down  the  Iky. 

When  God  appears,   all  nature  pall  adore  him  ;     ! 

While  finners  tremble,  Jaints  rejoice  before  him. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  hall  draw -near ;  let  all 

things  come 

To  hear  my  juftice,  and  the  finners  daorn  : 

Bntgatherfirft  myfaints,theJudgccommands, 

Bring  tbein,  ye  angels,  from  their  diftant  lands. 

When  Chrifl  returns,   -juake  ev'ry  cheerful  paJJiony 

And  font,  ye  faints  ;   be  comes  for  your  Jalvation^ 

4  Behold,  my  cov'nant  ftands  for  ever  good, 
Seal'd  by  th'  eternal  facrifice  in  blood,   [Jew, 
And  iign'd  with  ail  their  name?;  theGreek,the 
That  paid  the  ancient  worfhip,   or  the  new. 

There's  no  diftinftion  hers  ;  join  all  your  voices. 
And  raifeyonr  heads,  ye  faint  s,  for  heav' n  rejoices. 

5  Here,  faith  the  Lord,  ye  angels  fpread  their    jjj 

thrones, 

And  near  me  feat  my  favorites  and  my  fons  ; 

Come,  my  redeemed,  po'ffefs  the  joys  prepared 

Ere  time  began,  'tis  your  divine  reward. 

When  Chrijl  returns,  xvskg  ev'ry  cheerful pajfion^ 

And  Jbout,  ye  faints  ;  be  comes  far  your  falvation. 


i 


pause   the    firft. 


6  I  ai^the  Saviour,  I  ttr  almighty  God,   [broad. 
Tlfedbv' reign  Judge  ;    ye  heav'ns  proclaim  a- 
Mjrj'jft  eternal  fentence,   and  declare 
•Thofe  awful  truths  that  finners  dread  to  hear, 

When  God  appears,,  all  Ahiu'fc  frill  a-1  ore  him  ; 
While  finners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  htm* 
E 

■    # 


ft  PSALMS. 

7  Stand  forth, thou  bold  blafphemer,and  profane, 
Now  feel  my  wrath,  nor  call  my  threat'nings 

vain; 
Thou  hypocrite,  oncedrefs'd  rn  faints  attire, 
I  doom  the  painted  hypocrite  to  fire. 

judgment  proceeds, hell  trembles, heaven  rejoices  ; 

<Lift  up  pur  heads,  ye  faints  ,  with  cheerful  voices. 

2t  Not  for  the  want  of  goats  or  bullocks  tfain 
Do  I  condemn  thee,  bulls  and  goats  are  vain 
Without  the  flames  of  love  :  In  vain  the  flore 
Of  brutal"  efPrings,  that  were  mine  before. 
JLtirth  is  the  Lord's,  all  niture  firnll  adore  him; 
While  fmners  tremble,  faints  rejoice  before  him. 
**)  If  I  were  hungry,  would  I  alk  thee  food  I 
When  did  I  thirft?  and  drink  tbybullocks  blood  ? 
Mine  are  the  tamer  beafts,  and  favage  breed, 
Flocks,  herds;  and  fields  and  forefts,  where 
they  feed. 
Jill  is  the  Lord's  ;  he  rules  the  -wide  creation  ; 
^Gives  fxnner-s  vengeance,  and  the  faints  falvation. 
10  Can  I  be  flattter'd  with  thy  cringings  bows, 
Thy  folemn  chatt'rings,  and  fautaftic  vows? 
Are  my  eyes  charm'd  thy ve-ftments  to  behold, 
Glaring  in  gems,  and  gay  in  woven  gold  \ 
•4jod  isthe  judge  of  hearts,  no  fair  difgutfes 
Can  fere  en  the  guilty  when  his  vengeance  rifes. 

9AVSE  the  feeond.  [pleafe 

-T  I  Unthinking  wretch  *  bow  could  thou  hope  to 

A  God,  a  Spirit,  with  fuch  toys  as  thefe  : 

While, with  mygrace  and  (iatutesonthytongue 

Thou  lov'ft  deceit, and  .doft  thybrother  wrong. 

"Judgment  proceeds,  hell  trembles,  heav'n  rejoices; 

Juift  up  your  heads,  ye  faints^  with  cheerful  voices, 

12  In  vain  to  pious  forms  thy  zeal  pretends  ; 
Thieves  and  adult' rers  are  thy  chofen  friends : 
While  tke  falfe  fiatt'rer  at  mine  altar  waits, 
Jiis  Jiarden'd  foul  diy >r»e  inllruction  ha;cN 


P    S    ALMS.  9^: 

Hoi  is  the  judge  of  hearts ',  no  fair  difguifes 

Caufcreen  the  guilty  -when  his  vengeance  rij'es. 

13  Si.lent  I  waited  with  Jong-fufF'ring  love, 
But  didft  thou  hopethat  I  mould  ne'er  reprove,; 
And  cherifh.  fuch  an  rmpious  thought  within, 
That  the  All-holy  would  indulge  thy  fini 

See,  God.appears  ;  all  nations  join  t'  adore  him; 

judgment  proceeds.,  and  Rimers  fall  before  him, 

\.\  Behold  my  terrors  now;   my  thunders  roll, 

And  thy  own  crimes  affright  thy  guilty  foul  j 

Now,  like  a  lion,  fhall  my  vengeance  tear 

Thy  bleeding  heart,  and  no  deliv'rer  near. 

judgment  concludes .hell  tremble s,h.eav'n  rejoices. 

Lift'  ftp  your  htads,  ye  faints,  -with  cheerful  voices. 

EPIPHONEMA. 

Sinners,  awake  betimes;  ye  fools,  be  wife  s 

Awake  before  this  dreadful  morning  rife  ; 

Change  your  vain  thougftts,your  £nful  woi.ks 
amend  j 

Flytothe  Saviour,make  thejudge  your  friend. 
Then  join,  ye  faints  ;  -wake  ev*ry  oheerfu-l  pajfion  - 
When  Chrifl  returns y  he  cofjies  for  you-r  falvathn.. 

PS  AL  M    LI.     Firft  part.      Long  Metre, 
A  penitent  pleading  for  pardon. 

1  gHEW  pity,  Lord;  0  Lord,  forgive £ 
Let  a  repentin  g  rebel  live  ; 
Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free? 
May  not  a  finner  truft  in  thee  ? 

-2  My  crimes  are  great,  but  can't  fnrpaf* 
The  pow'r  and  glory  of  thy -grace  : 
Great  God,    thy  nature  hath  no  bound^ 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  O'waih  my  foui  From  ev'ry  fin, 

And  make  my  guilty  confcience  clean  J; 
Here,  on  my  heart  the  burden  liesr 
And  paat  offences  pain  jaiae  e^es» 


100  P    S    A    L    M    S. 

%  My  lips  with  fiifti  fc  my  firfs  confefs, 
Ap^in::   thy  !a^  ,    a^;;:;  fe  ; 

Led,  ib.otild  rh>  judgment*  grtivr*  fcverei 
I  a,n  ceudferart'd,  buft  lh<*«  n-t-  cI..a 

fuddep  i  e  >gea'nc«  fetes  my  breath 
1  nonaunce  hihrjntr  in  death: 
And  if  my  foul  were  feiir  to  nell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 
>  Yet  fave  a  trembling  Tinner,   Lord, 
:  Whofe  hope  fttll  hov'iing  round  thy  word 
Would  light  on  Pome  Tweet  promife  there  ' 
Some  fure  ,'upport,  againft  defpair. 

PSALM    LI.     Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
Original  and  actual  Jin  confeffed  and  pardoned. 
j^ORD,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  fin 

And  bora  unholy  and  unclean  : 
Sprung  frem  the  roan  whofe  guilty  fall 
Corrupts,the  race,  and  taints  us  all. 
Soon  as  we  drew  our  infant  breath 
The  feeds  of  fin  grew  up  for  death  ; 
The  law  demands  a  perfect  heart, 
But  we're  defil'd  inev'ry  part. 
[Great  G  )d,  create  my  heart  anew, 
And  form  my  fpirit  pure  and  true  : 
O  make  me  wife  betimes  to  fpy 
My  danger  and  my  remedy.] 
Behold,  I  fall  before  thy  face  ; 
My  only  refuge  is  thy  grace  : 
No  outward  forms  can  make  me  clean; 
The  leprofy  lies  deep  within. 

No  bleeding  bird,  nor  bleeding  bead:, 
Nor  hyffap  branch,  nor  fprinkling  priefr, 
Nor  running  brook,  nor  flood,  nor  lea, 
Can  warn  the  difmal  ftain  away. 

Jefus,   ray  God,   thy  blood  alone 
Hath  pow'r  fufneient  to  atone  ; 


PSALMS.  101 

Thy  blood  can  make  me  w.iite  as  fnow; 
No  Jewifii  types  could  cleanle  me  fa. 
7   While  guilt  diftu'bs  and  breaks  my  peace, 
Nor  fiefli,   nor  foul,   hath  reft  or  earfe  ; 
Lord,   let  me  hear  thy  pard'nmg  voice, 
And  make  my  broken  heart  rejoice. 

PSALM    LL     Third  part.      Long  Metre. 

The  back/inter  reft ored ;  or,  Re 'pent am e  anX  faith 
in  the  blood  of  Cbri/1: 

1  Q  THOU  that  hear'it  when  miners  cry, 

Though  all  my  crimes  before  thee  lie, 
Behold  them  not  with  angry  look, 
But  blot  their  mem'ry  from  thy  book. 

2  Create  my  nature  pure  within, 
And  form  my  foul  averfe  to  fin; 
Let  thy  good  Spirit  ne'er  depart, 
Nor  hide  thy  prefence  from  my  heart. 

3  I  cannot  live  without  thy  light, 
Caft  out  and  banihVd  from  thy  fight .' 
Thine  holy  joys,  my  God,  reftore, 
And  guard  me  that  I  fall  no  more,. 

4  Though  I  have  griev'd  thy  Spirit,  Lord, 
Thy  help  and  comfort  ftill  afford  ; 

And  let  a  tvietch  come  near  thy  throne, 
To  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

5  A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King, 
Is  all  the  facrifice  i  bring; 

The  Gad  of  grace  will  ne'er  defpife 
A  bioken  heart  for  facrifice. 

6  My  foul  lies  humbled  in  the  duff, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  fenteace  juft  ; 
Look  down,   O  Lord,  wirh  pitying  eye, 
Aud  fave  the  foul  condeinn'd  to  die." 

7  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thv  wavs  ; 
SiansfS  Ib.a.11  kain  thy  (qy'&WI  Sl«'te  y 


■Itii2  P    S   'A    L    M    S» 

I?ll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  mall  praife  a  pard'ning  God. 

S   O  may  thy  love  infpire  my  tongue  ! 
Salvation  (hall  he  all  my  fong  ; 
And  all  my  pow'rs  (hall  join  to  blefs 
The  Lord  my  ftrength  and  fighteoufnefs. 

PSALM    LI.     ver.  3, — 13.     Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Original  arid  attttal  fin  confcffed  and  pardoned* 

1  J^ORD,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs 

And  guilt  before  thine  eyes  ; 
Againirthy  laws,   againft  thy  grace, 
How  high  my  crimes  arife  ! 

2  Should'ft  thou  condemn  my  fonfto  hell, 

And  crufli  my  ftefh  to  duft, 
Heav'n  would  approve  thy  vengeance  weir, 
And  earth  muft  own  it  juft. 

3  I  from  the  ftock  of  Adam  came 

Unholy  and  unclean  ; 

All  my  original  is  fhame, 

And  all  my  nature  fin. 

4  Born  in  a  world  of  guilt,  I  drew 

Contagion  in  my  breath  ; 
And,  as  my  days  advanc'd,   I  grew 
A  j utter  p'.ev  for  death. 

5  Cleanfe  me,  O  Lord,  and  cheer  my  fout 

With  thy  forgiving  love  ; 
O  make  my  broken  fpirit  whole, 
And  make  my  pains  remove. 

6  Let  not  thy  Spirit  e'er  depart, 

Nor  drive  me  from  thy  face  ; 
Create  anew  my  vicious  heart, 
Ami  till  it  with  thy  grace. 

7  Then  will  I  make  thy  mercy  knowtt 

Before  the  ions  of  men  % 


PSALMS.  IO3; 

Backsliders  (hall  addrefs  thy  throne, 
And  turn  to  God  again. 

PSALM    LI.     ver.  i4;— 17-     Second  part* 
Common  Metre. 

Repentance  and  faith  in  the  blood  of  Chrifi. 

3  O  god  °f  irierc>'r  near  my  ea^> 

My  loads  of  guilt  remove, 
Break  down  this  feparating  wall 
That  bars  me  from  thy  love. 

2  Give  me  the  prefence  of  thy  grace, 
Then  my  rejoicing  tongue 
Shall  fpeak  aloud  thy  righteoufnefs,, 
And  make  thy  praife  my  fong. 

2  No  blood^f  goats,  nor  heifer  flain, 
For  fin  could  e'er  atone  ; 
The  death  ©f  Chrift  {hall,  flill  remak* 
Sufficient  and  aUne. 

4  A  foul  opprefs*d  with  fin's  defert 

My  God  will  ne'er^defpife  \ 
A  humble  groan,  a  broken  heart, 
Is  our  beft  faerifice. 

PSALM    LII.     Common  Metre. 
The  dtfappointment  of  the  -wicked. 
Y  "^7HY  mould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft^ 
And  heav'nly  grace  defpife  ? 
In  their  own  arm  they  put  their  truft, 
And  fill  their  mouth  with  lies. 
2  But  God  in  vengeance  fhall-deftroy,. 
And  drive  them  from  his  face  ;. 
No  more  flaall  they  his  church  annoy^ 
Nor  find1  on  earth  a  place. 

5  But  like  a  cultur'd  olive  grove, 

Drefs'd  in  immortal  g^een,. 
Thy  children  blooming  in,  thy  love^ 
Amid  thy  courts-are  feen. 


I04  PSALMS. 

4  On  thine  eternal  grace,   O  Lord, 
Thy  faints  ftrall  reft  fecure, 
And  all  who  trult  thy  holy  word, 
Shall  find  falvation  fure. 

PSALM    LII.      Long  Metre. 
Tie  fill,  pffe Independence, 

1  "\\JHY  fliculd  the  haughty  hero  boaft, 

His  vengeful  arm,   his  warlike  hoft ! 
While  blood  defies  his  cruel  hand, 
And  defolation  wafles  the  land. 

2  He  joys  to  hear  the  captive's  crv, 
The  widow's  groan,   the  orphan',  figh  • 
And  when  the  wearied  fword  would  Ami* 
His  falfehosd  fpreads  the  fatal  ihaie.  ' 

3  He  triumphs  in  the  deeds  of  wrong, 
And  arms  with  rage  his  impious'tongue  ; 
\Vith  pride  proclaims  bis  dreadful  pow'i 
And  bids  the  trembling  world  adore. 

4  But  God  beholds,   and  with  a  frown, 
Cafts  to  the  earth  his  honours  down  ; 
The  righteous  freed,   their  hepes  recall 
And  hail  the  proud  oppreflbrs  fall. 

>   How  low  th'  infulting  tyrant  lies, 
Who  dar'd  th'  eternal  Pow'r  defpife  ; 
And  vainly  deem'd,  with  envious  joy, 
His  arm  almighty  to  deftroy. 
i  We  praife  thee,  Lord,  who  heard  our  cries 
And  fent  falvation  from  the  fkies  ; 
The  faints  who  faw  our  mournful  days, 
Shall  join  our  grateful  fongs  of  praife. 
'  SALM    LIII.  ver.  4,— 6.  Common  Metre. 
Viftorj  and  deliverance  from  perfecution, 
ARE  all  the  foes  of  Zion  fools, 
Who  thus'deftroy  her  faints  ? 
Do  they  aot  know  hw  Saviour  rules, 
And  pitie?  her  complaints  J 


PSALMS.  IOJ. 

2  They  (ball  be  feb'd  with  fad  furpri:c|; 

For  Gad's  avenging  arm 
Shall  eruih  the  hand  that  dares. anie 
To  do  his  children  harm. 

3  In  vain  the.  fons  of  Satan  boaft 

Of  armies  in  array; 
When  God  has  firft  defpis'd  their  hoft* 
They  fall  an  eafy  prey. 

4  O  for  a  word  from  Zion's  King, 

Her  captives  to  reftore  1 
Tby  joyful  faints  thy  praife  fhali  fing, 
Aid  ifrael  weep  no  more. 

PSALM    LIV.     Common  Metre. 

1  TOEHOLD  as.  Lord,  and  Let  our  cry 

Before  thy  throne  afcend, 
Caft  thou  on  us  a  pitying  eve,. 
And, ft il  1  our  lives  defend. 

2  For  flaught'ring  foes  infult  us  round, 

Oppreflive,   proud,  and  vain;. 
They  eait  tby  temples  to  the  ground, 
And  all  our  rites  profane.      * 

3  Yet  thy  forgiving  grace  we  truft, 

And  in  thy  power  rejoice  ; 
Thine  arm  fhall  crufh  our  foes  to  duir, 

Thy  praife  infpire  our  voice. 
-.4  Be  thou  with  thofe  whole  friendly  hand 

Upheld  us  in  diftrefs, 
Extend  thy  truth  thro*  ev'ry  land, 

And  ftill  thy  people  blefs- 

I*S  A  LM   LV.     ver.  1, — 3,  16.,  1 7,  18,  22. 

Common  Metre. 
Support  for  the   ffiicle'd  and  .tempted  foul* 
3    Q  GOD,   my  refuge,  hear  my  cries> 
Behold  my  flowing  tears, 
Jpor  earth  and  hell  my  nurt  devjfe^ 
Aai  ti-i-j  uo.i  u   my  i'eais*.  £  a 


I06  P    S    A   L    M    S. 

2  Their  rage  is  Jcvell'd  at  my  life, 

My  foul  wit!;  guilt  they  load, 
And  fill  my  thoughts  with  inward,  ftrife, 
To  fhake  my  hope  in  God. 

3  What  inward  pain  my  heart-firings  wound, 

I  groan  with  ev'ry  breath  ; 
Horror  and  fear  befet  me  round 
Amongd  the  {hades  of  death. 

4  O  were  I  like  a  feather'd  dove, 

And  innocence  had  wings, 
I'd  fly,  and  make  a  long  remove 
From  all  thefeveftlefs  things. 

5  Let  me  to  ibme  wild  defert  go,  ; 

And  find  a  peaceful  home, 
Where  dorms  of  malice  never  blow* 
Temptations  never  come. 

6  Vain  hopes,  and  Tain  inventions  all, 

To'fcape  the  rage  of  hell  ! 
The  mighty  God,   on  whom  I  call, 
Can  fave  me  here  as  well. 

PAUSE. 

^  By  morning  light  I'll  feek  his  face, 
At  noon  repeat  my  cry. 
The  night  dial!  hear  me  afk  kis  grace, 
Nor  will  he  long  deny. 
8  Gcd  fliall  preferve  my  foul  from  fear,  . 
Or  fhield  me  when  afraid; 
Ten  thouiand  angels  miif!  appear 
If  he  command  their  aid. 
^  I  caft  my  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
The  Lord  fudains  them  all ; 
Mv  courage  reds  upon  his  word, 
That  faints  fhall  never  fall. 
TO  My  higheft  hopes  flialhnot  be  vain, 
My  lips  mail  fpread  his  praife; 
While  cruel  and  deceitful  men 
Scarce?  live  cut  fcalf  their  days. 


P  S  A  L  M   S.  ■  107 

PSALM    LV.     ver.  15,  1 6,  17,  19,  22. 
Short  Metre. 

1  J^ET  finners  take  their  co.urfe,  j 

And  chufe  the  road  to  death ; 
But  ia  the  woribip  of  my  God 
I'll  fpend  my  daily  breath. 

2  jkly  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light  ; 
1  feck,  his  bleffing  ev'ry  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  reward  ray  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  finners  peri  Pain  furprife 
Beneafh  thy  angry  rod. 

4  Becanfe  they  dwell  at  eafe, 
_•         And  no  fed  changes  Feel, 

They  neither  fear  nor  trui't  thy  name, 
Nor  learn  to  do  thy  will. 

5  Buti,  with  all  my  cares';1  " 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord  ; 
I'll  caft  my  barde-ns  on  his  arm, 
And  reft  upon  his  word. 

6  His  arm  (hall  wel$A>fta'm 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  fafety  flands 
No  earthly  po-.v'r  can  move. 

PSALM    LVL     Common  Metre. 
Deliverance  from  eppre/fion  and  falfehocd ;  or, 
God's  care  of  kis  people,   in  ar.fwer  to  faith 
and  prayer. 

1  Q  THOU  whofe  juftice  reigns  on  high, 

And  makes  th'  opprefiion  eeafe, 
Behold  how  envious  finners  try 
To  vex  and  break  my  peace. 

2  The  Pons  of  violence  and  lies 

Joki  to  devour  me,  Lord  j 


Io8  P    S    A    L    M    s. 

But  as  my  hourly  dangers  rife, 
My  refuge  is  thy  word. 

3  fti  God  moft  holy,  juft,  and  true, 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  flelh  can  do 
The  offspring  of* the  duff. 

4  They  wreft  my  words  to  mi  (chief*  ftij? 

Charge  me  with  unknown  faults  ; 
For  mifchief  all  their  counfels  fill 
And  malice  all  their  thoughts.' 

5  Shall  they  efcape  without  thy  frown? 

Muff  their  devices  itand  ? 
Oh  caff  the  haughty  fmner  down, 
And  let.  him  know  thy  hand  ! 

PAUSE. 

6  God  fees  the  forrows  of  his  faints, 

Their  groans  affeft  his  ears  : 
Thy  mercy  counts  my  juft  complaints. 
Aud  numbers  all  my  tears. 

7  When  to  thy  throne  I  raife  my  cry 

The  wicked  fear  and  flee  l 
So  fwift  is  prayer  to  reach,  the  fky, 
So  near  is  God  to  me. 

8  In  thee,  moft  holy,  juft,  and  truer 

I  have  repos'd  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  I  fear  what  man  can  do, 

The  offspring  of  the  duff. 
Thy  folemn  vows  are  on  me,   Lord 

Thou  (halt  receive  my  praife; 
I'll  fmg,   "How  faithful' is  thy  word  ! 

"  How  righteous  all  thy  ways ! 

ro  Thou  haft  fecut'd  my  foul  from  death  ; 
O  fet  thy  prisoner  free, 
That  heart  and  hand,  and  life  and  breath 
May  bi  employ'd  for  thee.  5 


P    5    A    L   M    S.  109; 

tSALM    LVII.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  for  protection  ;  grace  and  truth. 
T  J^Y  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings 

Of  bound lefs  love  and  grace  unknown, 
Hide  me  beneath  thy  fpreading  wings, 
Till  the  dark  cloud  is  overblbwm 

2  Up  to  the  heavens  I  fend  my  cry, 

The  Lord  will  my  defires  perform  ; 
He  fends  his  angels  from  the  fky, 

And  faves  mefrom  the  threatening  ftormv 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  beav'ns,  where  angels  dwell 
Thv  pow'r  on  earth  be  knowrr  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

4  My  heart  is  fix'd  ;   my  fong  fhall  raife 

Immortal  honours  to  thy  name  ; 
Awake,  my  tongue,  to  found  his  praifer 
My  tongue,  the  glory  of  my  frame. 

5  High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 

And  reaches^  the  utmoit  fky  ; 
His  truth  to  endlefs  year  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  difToive  and  die. 
4  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  heav'ns,.  where  angels  dwell  * 
Thy  pow'r  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 

And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 
PSALM    LVHL     As  the  ir^thpfalm.    , 
Warning  to.  tnagif  rates. 

1  JUDGES,  who  rule  the  world  by  laws,, 
J    Will  ye  defpife  the  righteous  caufe  ? 

When  viTe  oppreffion  waftes  the  land, 
Dare  ye  condemn  the  righteous  poor, 
And  let  rich  ilnners  '/cape  fecure, 

While  gold  and  greatnefs  bribe  your  hand  ? 

2  Have  ye  forgot,  or  never  knew 

That  God  will  judge  the  judges  too? 


I  IO  PSALMS. 

High  in  the  heav'ns  hisjuil;ce  reigns; 
Yet  you  invade  the  righ 
And  fetid  your  bold  Jccrvcs  ah:. 

Td  bind  the  coulcience  in  your  ehai»s. 
3   A'polfiijj'd  arrow  is  vour  ton.' 

Ti.v  arrow  Huuo,  the  poii'on  ftrong, 

Am  where  *er  i:  wouads ; 

Yon  know  no  (  b¥  tears  ; 

So  deaf  the  add<  r  ears 

Agaiiifr  the  powV  of  charming  founds  ! 
A  Break  out  their  teeth,   eternal  God, 
Thole  teeth  of  fions  dy'd  in  bl<  / 

And  crufii  the  terpens  to  the  dull  : 
As  emprv  chaiT,  When  whirl. vinds  rife, 
Before  the  iwecping  temped  flies, 

So  let  then  bppes  and  names  be  loft. 

5  IV  Almighty  ttrtmderi  from  theflcy, 
Their  grandeur  itigns,    their  titles  die, 

As  hills  of  fnow  diilolve  and  run  : 
Or  fnails  that  pcrifli  in  their  flime, 
Orbbths  that  come  before  their  tune, 

Vain  births  that  never  lee  the  fun. 

6  Thus  {hall  the  \cn-eunce  of  the  Lord 
Safety  and  joy  to  Taints  afford  ; 

And  all  that  hear  lhall  join  and  lay, 
«   Sure  there's  a  God  that  rule;  on  nigh, 
ft   A  God  that  hears  his  childien  cr\, 

«;  And  will  their  fufferings  well  repay''' 

PSALM  LIX.     Short  Metre. 
P  ray  r  for  national  deliverance. 

1  pROM  foes  that  round  us  rift, 

O  Gjd  of  heav'n  defend, 
Who  brave  the  vengeance  of  the  /kies, 
And  with  thy  faints-  contend. 

2  Behold,    from  diltant  fliores 

Aud  defert  wilds  they  come, 


PSALMS.  Hi 

Combine  for  blood  their  baib'ror.s  force, 

And  through  thy  cities  roam. 
Benerith  the  fileni.  fhruie 

Their  fecret  plots  they  lay, 
Our  peaceful  walls  by  night  invade, 

And  wafte  the  fields  by  day. 
And  will  the  God  of  grace, 

Regardleft  of  our  pain, 
Permit,  fecnre,  that  impious  race 

To  riot  in  their  reign  ? 
In  vain  their  fecret  guile 

Or  open  force  they  prove  ; 
His  eye  can  pierce  the  deeped:  veil, 

His  hand  their  ftrciigth  remove. 
Yet  fave  them,   Lord,  from  death, 

Left  we  forget  their  doom  ; 
But  drive  them,  with  thine  angry  breath, 

Thro'  diftant  worlds  to  voam. 
Then  fhall  our  gratefulvoice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God; 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 

And  found  thy  praife  abroad. 

PSALM    LX.     Common  Metre. 

Looking  to  God  in  the  diftrtfsof-war. 

LORD,   thou  haft  fcourM  our  guilty  land, 

Behold  thy  people  mourn: 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 

And  mercy  ne'er  return? 
Beneath  the  terrors  of  thine  eye 

Earth/ s  haughty  tow'rs  decay  ^ 
Thy  frowning  mangle  fpreads  the  iky, 
And  mortals  melt  away. 

Our  Zioh  trembles  at  thy  ftroke, 

And  dreads'thy  lifted  handi 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  haft  broke, 

Arvd  fave  the  finking  land. 


I  '2  P>  S    A    L   M  ■  S. 

4  Exalt  thy  banner  in  the  field, 

For  t!io!e  that  tear  thy  name  : 
From  baib'roiis  holts  our  nation  fliiek!, 
And  put  our.  foes  to  fhtme. 
i   Attend  our  armies  to  the  fi^ht, 
And  be  their  guardian  God  ; 
In  vain  mall  nuni'rous  pow'rs  unite 
Againft  thy  lifled  rod. 
6  Our  troops  beneath  thy  guiding  hand, 
Shall  gain  a  glad  renown  : 
'Tis  God  who  makes  the  feeble  fland, 
And  treads  the  mighty  down, 

PSALM   LXI.    ver.  i,—  6,    Short  Metre 

Safety  in  Cod. 

1  \^HEN  overwhelm'd  with  grief 

My  heart  within  me  dies, 
Helplei's,  and  far  from  all  reiiefr 
To  heav'n  I  lift  my  eyes. 

2  Oh  lead  me  to  the  Rock 

That's  high  above  my  head, 
And  make  the  covert  of  thv  \v&*t 
My  fhelter  and  my  made. 

3  Within  thy  prefenee,  Lord, 

Forever  I'llabide  ; 
Thou  art  the  tow'r  of  my  defence,, 
The  refuge  where  I  hide. 

4  Thou  givefl:  me  the  lot 

Of  thofe  that  fear  thy  name  j, 
If  endlefs  life  be  their  reward, 
I  ihall  pofleis  the  fame. 

PSALM    LXH.    ver.  5,—  1 2.    Long  Metres 
No  truji  in  the  creatures  ;t  or.  Faith  i»  divine- 
grace  and  power. 
1  JVfY  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone; 

My  rock  and  refuse  is  hi*,  throne  $ 


PSALMS.  II: 

In  all  my  fears,  in  all  n-.y  {traits, 
My  foul  on  his  falvation  waits. 

2  Truft  him  ye  faints,   in  all  your  ways, 
Pour  out  your  hearts  before  his  face; 
When  helpers  fail,   and  foes  invade,   ' 
God  is  our  all-iiifficieut  aid. 

3  Falfe  are  the  men  of  higlrdegree, 
The  bafer  fort  are  vanitv  • 

Laid  in  the  balance  both  appear 
Light  as  a  pufFof  empty  air. 

4  Make  not  increaftng  gold  your  trufr 
Nor  fet  your  hearts' on  ghtt'ring  dufl  ; 
Why  will  you  grafp  the  fleeting  fmoke, 
And  not  believe  what  God  hasfpoke. 

5  Once  has  his  awful  voice  declared, 
Once  and  again  my  ears  have  heard, 
All  power  is  his  eternal  due  ; 

He  muft  be  feai'd  and  trufted  too. 
6  Forfov'reign  pow'r  reigns  not  alone., 
Grace  is  a  partner  of  the  throne  ; 
Thy  graefc  and  juftice,   mighty  Lord, 
Shall  well  divide  our  lad  reward. 

PSALM  LXTIL    ver.  i,  2,  5,  3,  4.     Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

The  morning  of  a  Lord's  day. 

1  ]? ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 

I  hafte  to  feek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirfty  fpirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace; 

2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  fcorching  fand, 

Beneath  a  burning  iky, 
Long  for  a  cooling  (beam  at  handf 
And  they  muft  drink  or  die. 

3  I've  feen  thy  glory  and  thy  pow'r 
Through  all  thy  temple  mine  ;. 


114  PSALMS. 

My  Cod,  repeat  that  beav'nly  hour, 
That  vifion  fo  divine. 

4  Not  all  theWeffings  of  a  feaft 

Can  pleafe  my  foul  fo  well, 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  tafte, 
And  in  thy,  pre  fence  dwell. 

5  Not  lifeitfelf,  with  all  its  joys, 

Can  my  beft  paffions  move, 
Or  raifc  fo  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 
$  Thus  till  my  laft  expiring  day, 
I'll  bl.efs  my  God  and  King  ; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray, 
And  tune  my  lips  to  fing. 

PSALM  LXIII.   ver.  6, — 20.   Second  part 
Common  Metre> 

Midnight  thoughts  recollefted. 

i   »  T/WAS  in  the  watches  of  the  night 
I  thought  upon  thy  pow'r, 
I  kept  thy  lovely  faee  in  fight 
Amidft  the  darkefl  hour. 

2  My  flem  lay  refting  on  my  bed, 

My  foul  arofe  on  high  ; 
"  My  God,  my.life,  my  hope,  I  faid, 
"  Bring  thy  Salvation  nigh.'" 

3  My  fpirit  labors  up  thine  hill, 

Andclimbs  the  heav'nly  road  ; 
But  thy  right  hand  upholds  me  flill, 
While  I  purfue  my  God. 

4  "tfhy  mercy  ftretcbeso'er  my  head 

The  fhadow  of  thy  wings  : 
My  heart  rejoices  in  thine  aid, 
My  tongue  awakes  and  fings. 

5  But  the  deflroyers  o{  my  peace 

Shall  fret  and  rage  in  vain  » 


P    S    A    L   M    i*  II5 

The  tempter  fhall  for  ever  ceafe, 

And  all  my  iins  be  flain. 
6  Thy  fword  (hall  give  my  foes  to  death. 
And  fend  them  down  to  dwell 
In  the  dark  caverns  of  the  earth, 
Or  in  the  deeps  of  hell. 

PSALM  LXIII.     Long  Metre. 

"Longing after  Cod;  or,  The  love  of  God  better 

than  life. 
J  Q.REAT  God,  indulge  my  bumble  claim, 
Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  reft  ; 
The  glories  that  compofe  thy  name 
Stand  all  engag'd  to  make  me  bleft. 

2  Thou  great  and  good,  thou  juft  and  wife, 

Thou  art  my  Father,  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  thine' by  facred  ties, 

Thy  fon,    thy  fervant,    bought  with  blood 

3  With  heart,  and  eyes,  and  lifted  hands, 

For  thee  I  long,  to  thee  I  look, 
As  travellers  in  thirfty  lands 

Pant  for  the  cooling  water  brook. 
V  With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among  thy  faints,  and  feek  thy  face, 
Oft*  have  I  feen  thy  glory  there, 

And  felt;the  power  ©f  fov'reign  grace. 

5  Not  fruits  or  wipes,  that  tempt  our  tafte? 

No  pleafures  that  to  fenfe  belong 
Could  make  me  fo  divinely  bleft, 
Or  raife  fo  high  my  cheerful  liing.  . 

6  My  life  itfelf  without  thy  love 

No  tafte  or  pleafure  could  afford  ; 

'Tweuld  but  a  tirefome  burden  prove, 

If  I  were  baniftVd  from  the  Lord. 

7  Amidft  the  wakeful  hours  of  night, 

When  bufy  cares,  afflict  my  head^, 


I  I  6  PSALMS. 

One  thought  of  thee   gives  new  delight, 
And  adds  refrefliment  to  my  bed. 
8  I'J]  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raife  my  voice 

While  I  have  breath  to   pray  or  praife  ; 
This  work  ihal'l  make  my  heart  rejoice, 
And  blefs  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

PSALM    LXIII.    Short  Metre. 
Seeking  God. 

1  MY  G°dy  permit  my  tongue 

This  joy,   to  call  thee  mine; 
And  let  my  early  cries  prevail 
To  tafte  thy  love  divine. 

2  My  thirfty  fainting  foul 

Thy  mercy  does  implore  : 

Not  travellers  in  defert  lands 

Can  pant  for  waters  more. 

3  Within  thy  churches,  Lord, 

1  long  to  find  my  place; 
Thy  power  and  glory  to  behold,, 
And  feel  thy  quick'ning  grace, 
J   For  life  without  thy  Jove 
No  relifh  can  afford  i 
No  joy  can  be  compar'd  with  this, 
To  ferve  and  pleafe  the  Lord. 
?  To  thee  I  lift  my  hands, 

■  And  praife  thee  while  I  live  ; 
Not  the  rich  dainties  of  a  feaft 
Such  food  or  pleafure  give. 
I    In  wakeful  hours  of  night 
I  call  my  God  to  mind  ; 
I  think  how  wife  thy  counfels  are. 

And  all  thy  dealings  kind. 
Since  thou  haft  been  my  help, 

To  thee  my  fpirit  flies, 
And  on  thy  wzftchf. J  providence 
My  cheerful  hope  relies. 


PSALMS.  117 

$  Tie  fhadow  of  thy  wings 
My  fbul  in  fafety  keeps  : 
I  follow  where  my  Farher  leads, 
And  he  fupports  my  fteps. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXI V.     Long  Metre. 
1   QUE  A  f  God  attend  to  my  complaint, 
Nor  let  my  drooping  fpirlt  faint  ; 

When  fees  in  fecret  fpread  the-  fnare, 

Let  my  lalvation  be  thy  care. 
Z  Shield  me  without,  and  gaard  within, 

From  tveach'rous  foes  and  deadly  im  ; 

May  envy,  luft,  and  pride  depart, 

And  heav'nly  grace  expand  my  heart. 
I  Thy  juftice  and  thy  power  difplay, 

And  feat  re  r  far  thy  foes  away  ; 

While  lilt'ning  nations  learn  thy  word, 

And  faints  triumphant  blefs  the  Lord. 
\  Then  fliall  thy  church  exalt  her  voice, 

And  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice  ; 

By  faith  approach  thine  awful  throne, 

And  plead  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

PSALM  LXV.      ver.  1,— 5.    Firft  part.      . 
Long  Metre. 
Public  prayer  and  praife. 
T^HE  praife  of  Z<«m  waits  for  thee, 

My  God  ;  and  praife  becomes  thine  houfe  ; 
There  fhall  thy  faints  thy  glory  fee, 

And  there  perform-thy  public  vows. 
O  thou,  whofe  mercy  bends  the  fides, 
To  fave  when  humble  firmer*;  pray, 
AH  lands  to  thee  mall  lift  their  eyes, 

And  every  yielding  heart  ®bey. 
Againft  my  will  my  fms  prevail, 

Rut  grace  mall  purge  away  the  ftam  ; 
The  b'ood  of  Cbrift  will  never  fail 
To  wafb  my  garments  white  again. 


1  IS  P   S    A    L    M    S. 

4  Blefs'd  is  tbe  man  whom  thou  (halt  choofe, 

And  give  him  kind  accefs  to  thee  ; 
Give  him  a  place  within  thy  houfe, 
To  tafte  thy  love  divinely  free. 

PAUSE. 

5  Let  Ba6el  fear  whenZion  prays  ; 

Babel,  prepare  ffcr  long  diftrefs, 
When  Zion's  God  himfelf  arrays 
In  terror  and  in  righteoufnefs. 

6  With  dreadful  glory  God  fulfils 

What  his  afllicled  faints  requefl  ; 
And  with  Almighty  wrath  reveals        » 
His  love,  to  give  his  churches  reft. 

7  Then  (hall  the  flocking  nations  run 

To  Zion's  hill,  and  own  their  Lord  ; 
The  riling  and  the  fetting  fun 

Shall  fee  the  Saviour's  name  ador'd. 

PSALM    LXV.    ver.  5,— 13-     Stcowd  pa?t 

Long  Metre. 

Divine   Providence  in  air,    earth,  And  fea  ;  or 

Tbe  God  of  nature  And  of  grace. 

1  THE  God  of  our  falvation  hears 

The  groans  of  Zion,  raix'd  with,  tears  j 
Yet  when  he  cornes  with  kind  defigns, 
Through  all  the  way  his  terror  Ihines. 

2  On  him  the  race  of  man  depends, 
Far  as  the  earth's  remoteft  ends, 
Where  the  Creator's  name  is  known 
By  nature's  feeble  light  alone. 

3  Sailors,  that  travel  o'er  the  flood, 
Addrefs  their  frighted  fouls  to  God, 
When  tempefts  rage,  and  billows  roarf 
At  dreadful  diftance  fram  the  (here. 

4  He  bidr  the  noify  tempefts  ceafe :; 
He  calms  the  raging  crowd  to  peace, 
When  a  tumultuous  nation  raves, 
Wild  as  the  wiads;  and  loud  as  wayes* 


P    S    A    L    MS.  ippr 

5  Whole  kingdoms  fhaken  by  the  ftorm,, 
He  fettles  in  a  peaceful  form  ; 
Mountains  eilablifh'd  by  bis  hand, 
Firm  on  their  old  foundations  ft  and. 

6  Behold,  his  enfigns  fvveep  the  fky, 
Now  comets  blaze,  and  lightnings  fly; 
The  heathen  lands  with  fwift  furprife, 
From  the  bright  horrors  turn  their  eyes. 

7  At  bis  command  the  morning  ray 
Smiles  in  the  eaft,  and  leads  the  day; 
He  guides  the  fun's  declining  wheels 
Over  the  tops  of  weftern  hills. 

8  Seafons  and  times  obey  his  voice  ; 
The  ev'ning  and  the  morn  rejoice, 

To  fee  the  earth  made  foft  with  fh-dwers, 
Laden  with  fruit,  add  drefs'd  in  flowers* 

9  'Tis.from  bis  wat'ry  ftores  on  high 
He  gives  the  thirfty  ground  fupply  ; 
He  walks  upon  the  clouds,  and  thence 
Both  his  enriching  drops  difpenfe. 

10  The  defertgrows  a  fruitful  field, : 
Abundant  fruit  the  vallies  yields 
The  vallies  fh©ut  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  neighbouring  hills  repeat  their  joys. 

11  The  paftures  fmile  iu  green  array, 
There  lambs  and  larger  cattle  play  ; 
The  larger  cattle  and  the  lamb, 
Each  in  his  language  fpeaks  thy  name. 

12  Thy  works  pronounce  thy  pow'r  divine; 
O'er  ev'ry  fieldlthy  glories  fhine, 
Through  ev'ry  month  thy  gifts  appear  ; 
Great  God,  thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSALM  LXV.    Firftpart.    Long  Metre. 

A  grayer-hearing  God;  and  the  Gentiles  called* 
\  JpRAISE  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee, 
There  ihall  our  Yow§  be  paid  \ 


120  P    S    A    L    M    S. 

Thou  haft:  an  ear  when  finners  prav, 
All  flefh  fha)l  leek  thine  aid. 

2  Lord,  our  iniquities  prevail, 

Bar  pard'ning  grace  is  thiue, 
And  thou  wilt  grant  us  pow'r  and  fknlf 
To  conquer  ev'ry  fin. 

3  Bleft  are  the  men  whom  thou  wilt  chufe 

To  bring  them  near  thy  face, 
Give  them  a  dwelling  rn  thine  houfe, 
To  feaft  upon    thy  grace. 

4  In  anfW'ring  what  thy  church  requefts, 

Thy  truth  and  terror  mine, 
And  works  of  dreadful  righteoufnefs 
Fulfil  thy  kind  defign. 

5  Thus  ihall  the  wond'ring  nations  fee 

The  Lord  is  go»d  and  j nil  ; 
And  diftant  iflands  fly  to  thee, 
And  make  thy  name  their  truftr. 

6  They  dread  thy  glitt'ring  tokens,  Lord, 

When  figns  in  heav'n  appear  ; 
-But  they  fhall  learn  thy  holy  word, 
And  love  as  well  as  fear. 

PSALM    LXV.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  providence  of  God  in  air,  earth,  and  fea  ;  or, 
The  blejp.ngs  of  rain, 

i    'TIS  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand, 
j    God  of  eternal  power  j 
The  Tea  grows  c<ilm  at  thy  command, 
And  tempefts  ceafe  to  roar. 

2  Thy  morning  light  and  evening  made 

Succeifive  comforts  bring  : 
•Thy  plenteous  fruits  make  harveftglad, 
"Thy  flowers(adorn  the  fpiing. 

3  Seafonsand  times,  and  moons,  3nd  hours, 

Heav'n,  earth,   and  air,  are  thine  i 


P    S    A    L  M   »  ?2I 

When  clouds  diftil  in  fruitful  ihow'r.s, 
The  author  is  divine. 

4  Thole  wand'ring  cifterns  in  the  iky 

Boine  by  the  winds  around, 
Whofe  war/ry  treafures  well  fupply 
The  furrows  of  the  ground. 

5  The' thirty  ridges  drink  their  fill, 

And  ranks  of  corn  appear  ; 
Thy  ways  abound  with  blefiings  flill, 
Thy  goodnefs  crowns  the  year. 

PSA^M  LXV.    Firft  part.  Common  Metre' 

The  blejpngs  of  the  faring  ;  or,  God  gives  rain, 
A  Pfalm  for  the  Hufbandman. 

1  QOOD  is  the  Lord,    the  beav'nly  King, 

Who  makes  the  earth  his  care; 
"Vifits  the  paltures  ev'ry  fpring, 
And  bids  the  grafs  appear. 

2  The  clouds,  like  rivers,  rais'd  ori  high, 

Pour  out  at  his  command 
The  wat'ry  bleilin^s  from  the  fky, 
To  cheer -the  thirfty  Ian  J. 

3  The  foften'd  ridges  of  the  field 

Permit  the  corn  to  fpring  : 

The  vallies  rich  provision  yield, 

And  the  poor  laborers  fing. 

4  The  little  hills  on  ev'ry  fide 

Rejoice  at  falling  ihmv'rs, 
The  meadows,  dreiVd  in  beauteous  pride 
Perfume  the  air  with  fJow'rs. 

5  The  barren  clods,  refreih'd  with  rain, 

Pronnib  a  joyful  crop; 
The  parched  ground  looks  green  again, 
And  raife  the  reapers'  hope. 

6  The  various  months  thy  goodnefs  crowns, 

How  b:>untsou5  are  thy  ways  1 
F 


121  PSALMS. 

The  bleating  flocks  fpread  o'er  the  downs, 
And  fhepherds  fhout  thy  praife. 

PSALM  LXVI.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

■Governing  power  and  goo.dnefs  ;  or,   Our  grace 
tried  by  ajjliftioti. 

1  3ING,   all  ye  nations,   to  the  Lord, 

S  i  a  g  v  i  t  h  a  j  o  y f  u  1  n  0  i  fe ; 

With  melody  of  found  record 

His  honours  and  your  joys. 

2  Say  to  the  Pow't  that  forni'd  the  fky, 

"   How  terrible  art  thou  ! 
"  Sinners  before  thy  pre  fence  fly, 

"  Or  at  thy  feet  they  bow." 
[Come,  fee  the  wonders  of  our  God, 

How  glorious  are  his  ways  ? 
In  Mofes'  hand  he  put  the  rod, 

And  clave  the  frighted  feas. 
4  He  wade  the  ebbing  channel  dry, 

While  Ifra'l  pafs'd  the  flood  ; 
There  did  the  church  begin  their  joy, 

And  triumph  in  their  God.] 
5  He  rules  by  his  ref.ftlefs  might  5 

Will  rebel  mortals  dare 
Provoke  tV  Eternal  to  the  fight 

And  tempt  that  dreadful  war? 

4  U  blefs  the  Lord,  and  never  ceafe 
"Ye  faints,  fulfil  his  praife  ; 
He  keeps  our  life,  maintains  our  peace, 
And  guides  our  doubtful  ways. 

7  Lord,  thou  haft  prov'd  our  fufPring  fouls, 

To  make  our  graces  fhine; 
So  filver  bears  the  burning  coals, 

The  metal  to  refine. 
$  Through  wat'ry  deeps  and  fi'ery  way* 

"We  march  at  thy  command,, 


PSALMS.  12  J 

Led  to  poffefs  the  promis'd  place 
By  thine  unerring  hand. 

-PSALM  LXVL    ver.  13,— 20.   Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Praife  to  God  for  bearing  prayer. 

1  "NJOW  mall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid 

To  thine  almighty  Pow'r, 
That  heard  the  long  req_uefts  I  made 
In  my  diftrefsful  hour. 

2  My  lips  and  cheerful  heart  prepare 

To  make  bis  mercies  known ? 
Come,  ye  that  fear  my  God  and  hear 
The  wonders  he  has  done, 
o  when  on  my  head  huge  forrows  fell> 
I  fought  the  heavenly  aid  J 
He  fav'd  my  finking  foul  from  hell, 
'  And  death's  eternal  fhade. 

a  If  fin  lay  coverM  in  my  heart 

While  pray'r  employed  ray  toague^ 
The  Lord  had  fhown  me  no  regard,  i 
Nor  I  his  praifes  fung. 
5  But  God  (his  name  be  ever  blefs'd  !) 
Has  fet  my  fpirit  free, 
Nor  turn'd  from  him  my  poor  requeft, 
ISfor  turn'd  his  heart  from  me. 

PSALM    LXVII.     Common  Metre, 
The  nation's profperity^  and  the  church's  tncrsafe-. 

1  CHINE,   mighty  God,  on  Zion  mine, 

With  beams  of  beav'uly  grace  : 
P^eveal  thy  pow'r  through  all  our  coafts^ 
And  (hew  thy  fmiling  face. 

2  [Amidft  our  realm,  exalted  high 

Do  thou  our  glory  Hand, 
J^nd  like  a  wall  of  guardian  fire^ 
Surround  tlis  fav'rite  land.] 


124  PSALMS. 

3  When  fliall  tlry  name  from  fhore  to  more 

Sound  all  the  earth  abroad, 
And  diltant  nations  know  and  love 
T  eir  Saviour  and  their  God? 

4  Sin?  to  the  Lord,  ye  difrant  lands, 

Sing  loud,  with  folemn  voice  j 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  e-*alt  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice. 

5>  He,    the  great  Lord,  the  fov'reign  Judge, 
That  fits  enthrorAl  above, 
In  wifdom  rules  the  worlds  he  made 
And  bid  j  them  tatte  his  love. 

6  Earth  fhall  obey  his  high  command, 
And  yield  a  foil  increafe  ; 
Our  God  will  crown  his  chofen  land 
With  froitfulnefs  and  peace. 

7    God  the  Redeemer  fcattcrx  round 
His  choiceft  favours  here, 
While  the  creation's  utmeft  bound 
Shall  fee,  adore,  and  fear. 

PSALM  LXVIIIver.  1,-6,32,-35.  Firft  part. 
Lang  Metre. 

The  vengeance  ami  companion  of  God. 

1  LET  God  arife  in  all  his  might, 

And  put  the  troops  of  hell  to  flight  ; 
As  fmoke,  that  fowght  to  cloud  the  fides, 
Before  the  rifing  rempefl  flies. 

2  [He  come"?,  array'd  in  burning  flames  ; 
Juflice  and  Vengeance  are  his  names  : 
Behold,  his  fainting  foes  expire, 
Like  melting  wax  before  the  fire.] 

3  He  rides  and  thunders  through  the  iky; 
His  name  Jehovah  founds  on  high  : 
Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  Tons  of  grace; 

Ye  famts,  rejoice  before  his  face. 


p    S    A    L  M    S.  125   * 

4  Tbe  widow  and  the  fatherlefs 
Fly  to  bis  aid  in  (harp diftrefs! 
In  hi.n  the  poor  and  heiplefs  find 

A  Judge  that's  juft,  a  Father  kind. 

5  He  breaks  tbe  captive's  heavy  chain, 
And  piVners  lee  the  light  again  ; 
But  rebels,  that  difpute  l.is  will, 
Shall  dwell  in  chains,  and  darknefs  full* 

PAUSE. 

6  Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belong  ; 
Crown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  fong; 

His  wond'rous  names  and  pow'rs  rchearfe, 
His  honours  fbali  enrich  your  verfe. 

7  He  makes  the  heav'ns  with  loud  alarms  J 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms  ! 

In  Ifra'l  are  his  mercies  known, 
Ifra'l  is  bis  peculiar  throne. 
«  Proclaim  him  King,  pronounce  him  bleiVu  J 
He's  vour  defence,  your  307,  your  reft  •. 
When  terrors  rife,  and  nations  taint, 
God  is  the  ftrengtb  of  ev'ry  faint. 

PSALM  I.XVI1I.  ver.  17,  18.   Second  part. 
Lolg  Metre. 

Christ  afcenfon,  and  the  gift  of  the  Spirit. 
,  T  ORO,  when  thou  didft  ascend  on  higb3 
U  Ten  tboufand  angels  fill'd  the  fky  ; 
Thofe  beav'nly  guards  around  thee  wait, 
Like  chariots  that  attend  thy  ftatc. 

2  Not  Sinai's  mountain  could  appear 
More  glorious  when  the  Lord  wat  there, 
While  he  pronoune'd  his  dreadful  Jaw, 
And  ftruck  the  chofen  tribes  with  awe. 

3  How  bright  the  triumph  none  can  tell, 
Wbscn  the  rebellious  pow'rs  of  bell, 
That  tboufand  fouls  bad  captive  made, 
Were  all  in  chains,  like  captives,  lea. 


*2&  Psalms. 

4  Rais'd  by  his  Father  to  the  throne, 
He  lent  his  promis'd  Spirit  down, 
With  gifts  and  graee  for  rebe]  men, 
That  Gad  might  dwell  on  earth  again. 
PSALM    LXVIII.      ver.  19,  9,  20,  2r,  22. 
Third  part.     Common  Metre. 
Pni'fe  for  temporal  blejpngs  ;  or,   Common  and. 
fpecial  mercies . 

1  \\7Eblefs  the  Lord,  thejufr,   the  good, 

\Vho  fills  our  hearts  with  heav'nly  food  J 
Who  pours  his  bleffings  from  the  fkies, 
And  loads  our  days  with  rich  fuppiies. 

2  He  fends  his  fun  his  circuit  round, 

To  cheer  the  fruits,  to  warm  the  ground  ; 
He  bids  the  clouds  with  plenteous  rain, 
Refrefh  the  thirfty  earth  again. 

3  'Tis  to  his  care  we  owe  our  breath, 
And  all  our  near  efcapes  from  death: 
Safety  and  health  to  G*od  bslong; 

He  heals  the  weak,  and  guards  the  ftrong* 

4  He  makes  the  faint  and  firmer  prove 
The  common  blefungs  of  his  love  ; 
But  the  wide  difference  t^iat  remains 
Is  endlefs  joy  and  endlefs  pain3. 

5  The  Lord,  that  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
On  all  the  ferpent's  feed  (hall  tread, 

The  (tubborn  fmner's  heart  confound, 
And  fatite  him  with  a  laftklg  wound. 

6  But  his  right  hand  his  faints  (hall  raife 
From  the  deep  earth,  or  deeper  feasj 
And  bring  them  to  his  court  above, 
There  fhall  they  tafte  his  fpecial  love. 

PSALM    LXIX.    ver.  1,-14.     Fi:  ft  part. 
Common  Metre. 
The  fufferings  of  Chrifl  for  our  filvat  ion. 
I   "gAVEme,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods, 
li  Break  in  vipen  my  foul : 


PSALMS*  *?7 

«  Kink;  and  forroW5  o'er  my  head, 

«  Like  mighty  waters,  roll. 
t<  Icry 'till  all  my  voice  be  gone, 

t«  In  tears  I  wafte  the  day  ; 
«  My  God,  behold  my  longing  eyes, 
«'   And  fhorten  tfay  delay. 
J  «  Thev  hate  my  foul  without  a  caufe, 
*        a   And  aill  their  number  grows, 
«M  ore  than  the  hair,  upon  my  heac, 
«  And  mighty  are  my  foes. 
A  m  'Twas  then  I  paid  the  dreadful  debt 
«  That  men  could  never  pay, 
«  And  gave  thofe  honours  to  thy  law 
u  which  fmners  took  away. 

5  Thus,  in  the  great  Mefiiab's  name, 

The  roval  prophet  mourns; 
Thus  he  awakes  our  hearts  to  gnei, 
And  gives  11s  joy  by  turns. 

6  u  Kow  (ball  the  faints  rejoice,  and  find 

"  Salvation  in  my  name  ; 
H  For  I  have  borne  their  heavy  load 
"  Of  foirow,  pain,  and  ihamc 

7  «  Grief,  like  a  garment,  clo.th'd  me  round 

«   And  iackclotb  was  rny  drcf.^ 
«  While  1  procur'd  for  naked  foals 
ti  A  robe  of  righteowfnefs. 

8  "   Ammgft  my  brethren,  and  the  jews, 

«i   I  ]ik»  a  ftranger  Hood,  ^    _ 

«<  And  bore  their  vile  reproach,  to  on»g 
if  Ttie  Gentiles  near  to  God. 
o  «  I  camel   in  unfed  mortals' Head, 

u'to  do  fny.Fat'#si  3 will;  »      • 

«  vet,  when  1  cleaned  my  Father  s  Mnffe, 
«  They  fcandaliz'd  my  zeal. 

10  «  My  faftings  and  my  holy  Z™™* 

tt  \Veje  made  the  drunkard  s  fong* 


*25  PSALMS. 

"  But  God,  from  his  celeftial  throne, 
"  Heard  ray  complaining  tongue. 


a 


He  fav'd  me  from  the  fearful  deep, 
"  Where  fears  befet  me  round  ; 
"  He  rais'd  and  fix'd  my  finking  feet, 
44  On  well  eftablifh'd  ground. 
12  "  'Twas  in  a  moft  accepted  hour 
"  My  pray'r  aro'e  on  hi^h, 
4i  And,  for  my  fake,  my  God  fhall  hear 
*'  The  dying  finners  cry." 

5S  A  LM    LXIX.    ver.  14,— 2  r,  26,  29,  33. 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Thcpaffion  and  exaltation  of  Chriji. 

1  ]S^OW  let  our  lips  with  holy  fear, 

And  mournful  pleafnre,   fmg 
The  fnff'rings  of  our  great  High  Prieft, 
The  forrows  of  our  King. 

2  He  finks  in  floods  of  deep  diflrefs; 

How  high  the  waters  rife  ! 
While  to  his  heav'nly  Father's  ear 
HeYends  perpetual  cries. 

3  "  Hear  me,  O  Lord,  and  fave  thy  Sort. 

*'  Nor  hide  thy  mining  face; 
41  Why  mould  thy  fav'rite  look  like  one 
44  Forfaken  ef  thy  grace? 

4  u  With  rage  they  perfecute  the  man 

"  That  groans  beneath  thy  wound, 
44  While  for  a  facrifice  I  pour, 
44  My  life  upon  the  ground. 

5  «  They  tread  mine  honour  to  the  duft, 

44  And  laugh  when  I  complain  ; 
**  Their  marp  infulting  flanders  add 
'.*  Frefh  anguifh  to  my  pain. 

6  **  AH  my  reproach  is  known  to  thee, 

M  The  fcandal  and  the  fhame  ; 


P    S    A    L    M    S-  129 

"  Reproach  hath  broke  my  bleeding  heart, 
"  And  lies  defu'd'my  name. 

7  «  1  look'd  for  pity,  but  in  vain  ; 

"'  My  kindred  are  my  grief; 
"  I  afli  my  friends  for  comfort  rounds 
*«  But  nfeet  with  no  relief. 

8  «  With  vinegar  they  muck  my  third, 

*<  Thev  give  me  gall  for  food  ; 
"    And,  fporyng  with  my  dying  groans, 
"  They  triumph  in  my  blood. 
a  "  Shine  into  my  dijtreffed  foul, 
'<  Let  thv  eompafiion  fave; 
rt  Andf  though  my  flelh  fink  dawn  to  death, 
»«  Redeem  it  from  the  grave. 
10  "  I  (hall  arife  topraife  thy  name, 
"  Snail  reign  in  worlds  unknown, 
"    And  thv  falvation,  O  my  Go'J';> 
t«  Shall  "feat  me  on  thy  throne," 

PSALM  LKIX:  Third  part.  Common  Metre, 
Chrifi's  obedience  and  death;  or,  God  glorijisi 
and  finners  faved. 
4  TTATHER,  Ihngthy  wond'rous  grace, 
1     1  blefs  my  Saviour's  name; 
He  brought  falvation  for  the  poor, 
And  bore  the  Tinner's  ihame. 
3  Hi<  deep  diftrefs  has  rais'd  us  high, 
His  duty  and  his  zeal 
Fulrili'd  the  law  which  mortals  broke, 
Andfinifh'd-all  thy  will. 

3  His  dying  groans,  his  living  fongs, 

Shall  better  pleaie  my  God, 
Than  harp  or  trumpet's  folemn  found, 
Than  goat's  or  bullock's  blood. 

4  This  mall  his  humble  foll'wers  fee, 

And  fet  their  hearts  at  reft  J 


130  PSALMS. 

They  by  his  death  draw  near  to  thee, 

And  live  for  ever  blefs'd. 
5  Let  beav'n,  and  all  that  dwell  on  high, 

To  God  their  voices  raife, 
While  lands  ano  feas  affift  the  fky, 

And  join  t'  advance  his  praile. 
'6  Zion  is  thine,  moft  holy  God  ; 

Thy  Son  ihall  bbfs  her  gates  ; 
And  glory,  purchas'd  by  her  blood, 

For  thine  own  lira'1,  waits. 

HALM    LXIX.   Firftpart.    Long  Metre. 

Cbrtft's  pajfion,  and  [inner s  fjfvatten. 
j  TJEEP  in  our  hearts  let  us  record 

The  deeper  forrows  of  our  Lord  ; 
Behold,  the  rifing  billows  roll,  ■ 
To  overwhelm  his  holy  foul ! 

2  In  long  complaints  he  fpends  his  breath, 
While  hofts  of  hell,  and  pow'rs  of  death, 
And  all  the  fons  of  malice  join 

To  execute  their  curs'd  defign. 

3  Yet,  gracious  God,  thy  pow'r  and  love 
Has  rr  ade  the  curie  a  blefiing  prove  ; 
Thofe  dreadful  furPrings  of  thy  Son 
Aton'J  for  crimes  which  we  have  done. 

4  The  pangs  of  our  expiring  Lord, 
The  honours  of  thy  law  reftor'd  \ 
His  forrows  made  thy  juftice  known, 
And  paid  for  fellies  not  his  own. 

5  O  for  his  fake  our  guilt  forgive, 
And  let  the  mourning  finner  live; 
The  Lord  will  hear  us  in  his  name  ; 
Nor  (hall  our  hope  be  turn'd  to  fliame. 

PSALM  LXIX.  v.  7-  &c  Second  part.  Long  Met. 

Chrijl' s  fujferings  and  zeal. 
I   'TWAS  for  our  fake,  eternal  God, 

Thy  Son  fuftain'd  that  heavy  load 


p   5    A   L   M    S.  I3f- 

©f  bafe  reproach,  and  fore  difgrace, 
While"  fnarne  defil'd  his  fccred  face. 

2  The  Jews,  his  brethern  and  his  kin, 
Abus'd  the  Man  that  check' d  their  fin  ; 
While  he  fulfil  I'd  thy  holy  laws, 
They  hate  him,  but  without  a  caufe. 

2  r«  Mv  Father's  houfe,  .(faid  he,)   was  made 
«   A  place  for  worfhip,  not  for  trade  ; 
Then,  featuring  all  the  gold  and  brafs,       _ 
He  Vourg'd  the  merchants  from  the  place.  J 

a  [Zeal  for  the  temple  ef  his  God 

Conibm'd  his  life,  e:cpo:M  his  blood  : 

Reproaches  at  thy  glory  thrown 

He  felt,  he  mourn'd  them  as  his  own.] 

5  [His  friends  forfook,  Us  foil' wers  fled 
While  foes  and  arms  fiu  round  his  head  ; 
Thcv  curfe  him  with  a  fland'rom  fdngue. 
And 'the  falfe  judge  maintains  the  wrong- j 

6  [Bis  Iff*  they  load  with  hateful  lies, 
And  charge  his  lips  with  blafphenues ; 
Tbev  nail  him  to  the  mameiul  tree  : 
There  hung  the.  Man  that  died  for  me.] 

7  But  God  beheld,  and,  from  his  throne, 
Marks  out  the  man  that  hate;  his  Son  ; 
The  hand  that  rais'd  him  from  the  dead, 
Shall  pour  the  vengeancs  on  their  head. 

PSALM    LXX.     Common  Metre. 
Prdiefium  agaitifi  perfonal  enemies* 
!    [N  hafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call, 
"Kor  hear  my  cries  in  vain  ; 
O  let  thv  fpeed  prevent  my  fail, 
And  {iill  my  hope  fuftain. 
2  When  foes  infidious  wound  my  name, 
And  tempt  my  foul  aftray,  ^ 
,Then  let  them  fall,  with  lau.ing  ftianw, 
To  their  own  plots  a  prey. 


132  P    S    A    L   M    S. 

3  While  all  that  love  thy  name  rejoice,. 

And  glory  in  thy  word, 
In  thy  falvation  raife  your  voice, 
And  magnify  the  Lord. 

4  O  thou  my  help  in  time  of  need, 

Behold  my  fore  difmavj 
In  pity  batten  to  my  aid, 
Nor  let  thy  grace  delay. 

PSALM   LXXI.     ver.   5,— 9.    Firfl  part. 

Common  Metis. 

The  arcd faints  rcjietiion  and  hope. 

1  ]V/[Y  God,  my  everlafting  hope, 

I  live  apon  thy  truth  ; 
Thine  hands  have  held  my  childhood  up, 
And  ftrcngtben'd  all  my  youth. 

2  My  fie fh  was  fafhion'd  by  thy  pow'r, 

With  all  thefe  limb-  of  mine; 
And  from  my  mother's  painful  hour, 
I've  been  intirely  thine. 

3  Still  has  my  life  new  wonders  feen 

Repeated  ev'ry  year  ; 
Behold,  my  days  that  yet  remain 
I  trufl:  them  to  thy  care. 

4  Caft  me  i^pt  off  when  ftrength  declines,. 

When  rftfary  hairs  arife  ; 
And  round  me  let  thy  glory  mine, 
Whene'er  thy  fervant  dies. 

5  Then,  in  the  hid'ry  of  my  age, 

When  men  review  my  days, 
*  They'll  read  thy  love  in  ev'ry  page, 
In  ev'ry  Hue  thy  praife. 

PSALM  LXXI.    ver.  15,  14,  16,  23,  22,  24. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
Ckrijl  our  firenvth  and  right  eoufnefi. 
I  ]y['Y  Saviour,  my  almighty  Friend, 
When  I  begin  thy  praife, 


P    S   A    L   M    S.  f^i- 

Where  TViil  the  growing  numbers  end,. 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 
1  Thou- art  my  everlafcing  trufl, 
Thy  gocdneTs  Iadcre  ; 
And  fince  I  knew  thy  graces  firft, 
I  fpeak  thy  gl&ries  more. 
3  My  feet  (hall  travel  all  the  length, 
Of  the  celeflial  road, 
And  march  witb  courage,  in  thy  ftrengthy 
To  fee  my  Father  God. 

4  When  I  am  fill'd  with  fore  difirefs 

For  fome  furprifing  hn, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfecx  righteoufne fs, 
And  mention  none  but  thine. 

5  How  will  my  lips  reioice  to  tell 

The  vicVries  cf  my  King  ! 
My  foul,  redeem'd  from  death  and  helly 
Shall  thy  falvatiou  fmg. 

6  [My  tongue  ftiall  all  the  day  proclaim 

Aly  Saviour  and  my  God,.  . 

His  death  has  brought  my  foes  to  feame^ 
And  fav'd  me  by  his  blood-] 

7  Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers  J 

With  this  delighful  fong 
I'll  entertain  the  darkeft  hours, 
Nor  think  the  feafon  Idng. 

PSALM   LXXL    ver.  1 7,— 21.    Tkirtf  part, 
Common  Metre. 

The  aged  Chrif.iar/s  prayer  and  fong  ;  or,  Old  ige 
deathf~and  the  refuri <-efiion. 

1  r^OD  ef  my  childhood,  aud  my  youth, 

The  guide  of  ail  my  days, 
I  have  declar'd  thy  heav'nly  truth, 
And  told  thy  wond'rous  ways. 

2  Wilt  thou  forfake  my  hoary  hairs^. 

And  leave  my  fainting  heattl 


134  P    S    A   L   M    S. 

Who  (hall  fuftain  my  finking  years 
If  God  my  (Irength  depart  ? 

3  Let  me  thy  pow'r  and  truth  proclaim 

Before  the  rifirig  age, 
And  leave  a  favour  of  thy  name 
When  I  fiiall  quit  the  ftage. 

4  The  land  of  filenoe  and  of  death 

Attends  my  next  remove; 
O  may  tnefe  poor  remains  of  breath 
Teach  the  wide  world  thy  love  ! 

PAUSE. 

5  Thy  righteoufnefs  is  deep  and  high, 

Unfearchable  thy  deeds  ; 
Thy  glory  fp  reads  beyond  the  iky, 
And  all  my  pvaife  exceed'. 

6  Oft  have  I  heard  thy  thrcat'nings  roar, 

And  oft  endur'd  the  grief; 
But  when  thy  hand  has  prefs'd  me  fore, 
Thy  grace  was  my  relief. 

7  By  long  exoerience  have  I  known 

Thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  fnve  ; 
At  thy  command  I  venture  down 
Securely  to  the  grave. 

8  When  I  lie  buried  in  the  du^, 

My  rlefh  (hall  be  thy  care  ; 
Thefe  wearied  limb";  with  thee  I  trufr, 
To  raife  thc;ii  ftrong  and  fair. 

PSALM  LXXII.    Firflpart.     Long  Metre. 

Toe  k'mglom  of-Chr*?}. 
s^QREAT  God,  whofe  univerfal  (way 

The  Known  and  unknown  worlds  obey, 
Now  give  the  kingdom  to  thy  Son, 
Extend  his  pow'r,  exalt  his  throne. 
^  Thv  fceptre  well  becomes  his  hand*, 
All  heav'u  fubmits  to  his  commands! 


p    S    A    L   M    Sr  135 

His  juftice  (hall  avenge  the  poor, 
And  pride  and  rage  prevail  no  more. 
9  with  pow'r  he  vindicates  the  juft, 
And  treads  th'  oppreflor  in  the  dull  J 
His  worihip  aisd  his  fear  Ciall  lair, 
'Till  hours,  and  years,  and  time  be  paft> 

4  As  rain  on  meadows  newly  mown, 
So  mall  he  fend  his  influence  clown  ; 
His  grace  on  fainting  fouls  diitils, 
Like  heav'nly  dew  on  thirfty  hills. 

5  The  heathen  lands  that  lie  beneath 
The  {hades  of  overfpreading  death, 
Revive  atfcis  firft  dawning  light, 
And  deferts  bloffom  at  the  fight. 

6  The  faints  fliall  flourim  in  his  days,  ^ 
Drefs'd  in  the  robes  of  joy  and  praife  J 
Peace,  like  a  river,  from  his  throne, 
Shall  flow  to  nations  yet  unknown. 

PSALM   LXXII-.  Second  part.  Long  Metre, 
Cbrift's  kingdom  among  the  Gentiles. 

1  "IESUS  (hall  reign  where'er  the  fun 
J  Doth  his  fucceffive  journeys  run  *r 
His  kingdom  ftretch  from  more  to  ihore, 
Till  moons  (hall  wax  and  wane  no  more, 

2  [Behold  the  nations  with  their  kings  ; 
There  Europe  her  beft  tribute  brings  ; 
From  north  to  fouth  the  princes  meet 
To  pay  their  homage  at  his  feet. 

3  There  Pevfia,  glorious  to  behold, 
And  India,  mines  in  eaftern  gold  j 
While  %veftern  empires  own  their  Lord, 
And  favage  tribes  attend  his  word-] 

4  For  him  fliall  endlefs  pray'r  be  made, 
And  endlefs  praifes  crown  bis  head  ;      . 
His  name,  like  fweet  perfume,   fliall  rrfls 
With  ev'ry  morning  facrifice, 


*3P  psalms. 

5  People  and  realms  of  ev'.-y  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  fweeteii.  (bn«-  - 
And  infant  voices  ftial!  proclaim       "  ' 
Tiieir  early  bleffings  on  his  name. 

6  Blefings  abound  where'er  he  reign.:, 
Thejo/fu!  pris'ner  biirfls  his  chains'; 
The  wean  find  eternal  reft, 

And  all  the  foris  of  want  are  blefr. 

7  [Where  he  difplays  his  healing  power, 
Dea':h  a~d  the  curfe  are  known  no  mo're  ■ 
In  hini  the  tribes  of  Adam  boafl 

More  blefiings  than  their  father  loft. 

8  Let  ev'ry  creatu're  rife  and  bring 
Peculiar  honours  to  our  King  : 
Angels  defcend  with  fongs  again, 
And  earth  repeats  the  loud  Amen. ] 

PSALM    LXXIII.     Firfrpart.    Long  Metre. 
Jfititfed  faints  hajppy,  frprofpcous  ftnners  curfe*. 
J   £JO\Y  I'm  eor.vinc'd  the  Lord  is  kiiid 
To  men  of  heart  fmccre. 
Yet  once  my  foolifh  thoughts  repin'd, 
And  border* d  on  defpair. 

2  I  griev'd  to  fee  the  wicked  thrive, 

And  fpoke  with  angry  breath, 
"   How  pleafant  and  profane  they  live; 
"  HoV  peaceful  is  their  death  ! 

3  "  With  well  fed  fiefh  and  haughty  eyes 

"  They  lay  their  fears  to  fleep  ; 
"  A^ainft  the  heavens  their  Ganders  rife, 
"   While  faints  in  filence  weep. 

4  "   In  vain  I  lift  my  bands  to  pray, 

v   And  cleanfe  my  heart  in  vain  ; 
"  For  I  am  chaften'd  all  the  day, 
"   The  night  renews  my  pain.'*' 

5  Yet  while  my  tongue  indulg'd  complaints, 

I  feel  my  heart  reprove, 


PSALMS.  137 

«  Sure  I  fiiall  thus  offend  thy  faints, 
«  And  grieve  the  men  I  love. 
*  But  ftill  I  found  my  doubts  too  hard, 
The  conflict  too  fevere, 
'Till  I  retired  to  fearch  thy  word-, 
And  learn  thy  fecrets  there. 
7  There  as  in  feme  prophetic  glafs, 
I  faw  tbefir.ner  fit 
High  mounted  on  a  flipp'ry  place, 
Befide  a  fi'ry  pit. 
%  I  heard  the  wretch  profanely  boaft, 
'Till  at  thy  frown  he  fell  ; 
His  honours  in  a  dream  were  loft, 
And  he  awakes  in  lie  11. 
a  Lord,  what  an  envious  fool  I  was  i 
How  like  a  thot^htlefs  bead  ! 
Thus  to  fnfpeft  thy  promis'd  grace, 
And  think  the  wicked  Weft. 
!•  Yet  I  was  kept  from  full  defpair, 
Upheld  by  pow'r  unknown; 
That  blefled  hand  *'iat  broke  the  fnare 
Shall  guide  me  to  thy  throne. 

P  SALM  LXXIII.  ver.  23,-28.  Second  pari. 

Common  Metre. 

God  our  portion  here  and  hereafter. 

1  f1  OD,  my  fupporter  and  my  hope, 

My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up 
When  finking  in  defpair. 

2  Thy  councils,  Lord,  fhall  guide  my  feet 

Through  life's  bewilder* d  race  ; 
Thine  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  feat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heav'n  without  my  Go<\, 

''Twpuld  be  no  joy  to  me  ; 


x38  psalms- 

And  whUft  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  %ririgs  of  life  mould  break 

And  flefh  and  heart  mould  faint 
God  is  my  fowl's  eternal  rock, 
The  ftrengtn  of  ev'ry  faint. 

5  Behold,  the  finners  that  remove 

Farfrom  thy  prefence  die  ; 
Not  all  the  idol  gods  they  love 
Canfave  them  when  they  cry. 

6  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  mv  God, 

Shall  be  my  (Veet  employ  ; 
My  tongue  fiiall  found  thy  works  abroad 
And  tell  thewonclmy  joy. 

PSALM  LXXIII.     ver.22    a    6    17—  -»- 
Long  Metre. 
The  prefperity  of  finners  ctirfei. 

1  LORD»  what  a  thuughtlefs  wretch  .vas  I 

To  mourn,  and  murmur,  and  repine. 
To  fee  the  Wicked  plac'd  on  high, 
In  pride  and  robes  of  honour  ihine. 

2  But,  oh,  their  end,   their  dreadful  end  I 

Thy  fanftaary  taught  me  fo  : 

Snflipp'ry  rocks  I  fee  them  irand, 

And  fiery  billows  roll  below. 

3  Now  let  them  boafl  how  tall  thev  rife 

I'll  nexer  envy  them  a^ain  ;    ' 
There  they  r,:ay  fiand  with  haughty  eyes 
'Till  they  plunge  deep  in  endlefs  pain.  * 

4  Their  faucy'd  joys,  how  faft  they  flee  ! 

Like  dreams,  as  fleeting  and  as  vain  ; 
Their  longs  of"  fofteft  harmony, 
Are  but  a  prelude  to  their  pain. 

5  Now  Iefteem  their  mirth  and  wine 

Too  dear  to  purcbafe  with  my  blood  ; 


PSALMS.  J  39 

Lord  'tis  enough  that  thou  art  mine. 
My  life,  my  portion,  and  my  Goo. 
PSALM    LXXIIL  Short  Metre. 
The  tnyjierj  of  Provide  nee  unfolded. 

1  CURE  there's  a  righteous  God, 

Nov  is  religion  vain  ; 
Tboug'-  men  of  vice  may  boaft  aloud, 
Aud  men  of  grace  complain. 

2  I  faw  the  wicked  rile, 

And  felt  my  heart  repine, 
IVhile  haughty  fools  witfi  fcornfureyes 
In  rcbesof  honour  ihine. 
a  TPamper'd  with  waston  cafe, 
"    Their  fleCa  looks  full  and  fair, 
Their  wealth  rolls  in  like  Solving  feas, 
And  grows  without  their  care. 
4  Free  froT.  the  plagues  aud  pains    * 
That  pious  fouls  endure. 
Through  all  their  life  oppreflion  reigns, 
And  racks  the  humble  poor. 

5  Their  impious  tongues  blafpheme 

The  everlaPiing  God  ; 
Their  malice  blaits  the  good  man's  name, 
And  fpread  their  lies  abroad 

6  Bat  I  with  Sowing  tears 

Indulg'd  my  doubts  to  rif? ; 
"  Is  there  a  God  that  fees  or  hears 
*<  The  things  below  the  fkies  ?'*] 

7  The  tumult  of  my  thought 

Held  me  in  hard  fufpence, 
'Till  to  thine  houfe  my  feet  were  brought 
To  learn  thy  jnftice  thence. 

8  Thy  word  with  light  and  pow'r, 

Did  my  rbiftake  amend  ; 
I  view'd  the  tinners  life  before,. 
But  here  I  view'd  their  end- 


M©  PSALMS. 

9  On  wbatafiipp'ry  fteep 

The  thoughtlefs  wretches  PO  • 
And ,oh!    thatdre adfulfie rydeep 
That  waits  their  full  below  J 

10  Lord  at  thy  feet  I  bow, 

My  thoughts  no  more  repine  < 
Icall  my  God  my  portion  now, 
And  all  ray  powers  are  thixe. 

PSALM  LXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
The  church  fading  vitb  God  under  fore  perfect 

I  \1^ILL  God  forever  caft  us  6ff  ? 

His  wrath  for  ever  fmoke 
Agamft  the  people  of  his  .o\e 
His  little  chofeu  flock  ?        ' 

2  T1t^  theJribes  f0  dearly  boo*%  j 

^ith  their  Redeemer's  blood; 
Nor  let  thy  Zion  be  forgot, 
Where  once  thy  gloryftood. 

3  Lift  up  thy  feet  and  march  in  hafte 

Aloud  our  ruin  calls  ;  ' 

See  what  a  wide  and  fearful  watte 
Is  made  within  thy  walls. 

4  Where  once  thy  churches  pray'd  and  fane. 

Thy  toes  profanely  rage;  * 

Amidft  thy  gates  their  enfigns  hang, 
And  there  their  boils  engage. 

5  How  are  the  feats  of  worfliip  broke  * 

They  tear  the  buildings  down, 
And  he  that  deal*  the  heavieft  ftroke 
Procures  the  chief  renown. 
>  With  flames  they  threaten  to  deftroy 
i  ny  children  in  their  reft  • 
"  S°",e  ,ec  «  burn  at  once'' (they  cryj> 
The  temple  awl  the  pricft."       " 


PSALM    S»  141 

7  Andftill  to  heighten  our  cMrefs, 
Thy  pre  c-.cc  is  withdrawn  ; 
-rhv  wonted  Ogzjs  ofpow'i  andgiace, 
A  Thy  pow'r  ai  d  grace  are  gone, 
g  Ko  prophet  fjjeak*  to  calm  our  grief, 
But  all  in  filence  mourn  ; 
j^or  know  the  times  of  our  relief, 
The  hour  of  thy  return. 

PAUSE. 

o  Ho^lon?,  eternal  God,  how  long 
Shall  men  of  pride  blafpheme  ; 
Shall  faints  be  made  their  endiefs  fong, 
And  bear  immortal  ihame. 

10  Canft  thoa  for  ever  fit  and  hear 

Tby  bolv  name  profaw'd  ? 
And  fti'J  thy  jealoufy  forbear, 
And  ftill  withhold  thy  hand  ? 

1 1  What  ftrance  d«liv'rance  hall  thou  (hew*, 

In  ages  Ung  before? 
And  now  no  other  God  we  own, 

Ho  other  God  adore. 
j  2  Thou  didit  divide  the  raging  fea 

By  thy  refiftlefs  might, 
To  make  thy  tribes  a  wond'rous  way, 

And  then  fecure  their  flight. 

13  Is  not  the  world  of  nature  thine, 

The  davknets  ami  ttte  day  \ 
Didrt  thou  not  bid  the  morning  fiVine, 
And  mark  |h>  fur;  his  way  \ 

14  Hath  not  thy  po«'r  fomi'd  ev'ry  coafr, 

rind  let  thv  earth  ks  bounds, 
With  f.jmm.M-'s  heat,  and  winter's  frofl> 
In  their  perpetual  rounds? 

15  And  fault  the  fons  of  e««Hh  and  duft: 

That  fa c re ;•  pow'r  biarp.berne  ! 
Will  not  thy  ba-ad  that'form'd  them  firfl. 
A\en£e  thine  irjui'd  Rater? 


J42  PSALM   S. 

16  Think  on  the  cov'nant  thou  haft  made 
And  all  tli/ words  of  love  •  ' 

Nor  let  the  birds  of  prey  invade 
And  vex  thy  trembling  dove. 
17  Oar  fot  s  would  triumph  i„  our  bloo. 
And  make  our  hope  their  jeft  • 
Plead  thine  own  caufe,   *l1Xiighty  God 
And  gjve  thy  children  reft.  ' 

PSALM   LXXV.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  Gtifor  the  return  of  peace. 
I   JO  thee,  moft  high  and  holy  God, 

To  thee  our  thankful  hearts  we  raife- 
Thy  works  declare  thy  name  abroad,        * 
Toy  wond'roos  works  demand  our  praile, 

2  To  flav'ry  doom'd,  thv  chofen  fons 

Behold  their  foes  triumphant  rife  ; 
And     fore  opprefs'd  by  earthly  thrones, 
They  fought  the  Sov'rei<rn  of  the  ikies. 

3  ,TZfihttn'  8reatGod^  -ith  equal  power 

Ai  ofe  thy  vengeance  and  thy  grace. 
To  fcourge  their  legions  from  the  more, 
And  fave  the  remnant  of  thy  race. 

4  Thy  hand,  that  form'd  the  reftlefs  main 

And  rear'd  the  mountain's  awful  hsad' 
Bade  raging  feas  their  courfe  reftraio. 
Anddefen  winds  receive  their  dead. 

5  Such  wonders  never  come  bv  chance 

Nor.can  the  winds  fuch  bleffines  blow  • 

>V Go*>theJ"dt^  d«th  one  advance,  ' 

Tis  God  that  Jays  another  low. 

6  Let  haughty  tyrants  fink  their  pride, 

Nor  lift  fo  high  their  fcornfnl  head, 
But  lay  their  impious  thoughts  afide, 
And  own  the  empire  God  "hath  maxle. 


PSALMS.  -  I43 

PSALM  LXXVI.  Common  Metre. 
Jfraelfaved  and  the  Adrians  deflroyed  ;  or,  God's 
vengeance  again ji  bis  enemies  proceeds  from 
his  church. 

1  TN  Judah  God  of  old  \v2fs  known  ; 

His  uarae  in  Ifrael  great  ; 
In  Salem  flood  his  holy  throne, 
And  Zion  was  his  feat. 

2  Among  the  praifes  of  his  faints, 

His  dwelling  there  he  chofe  ; 
There  he  receiv'd  their  jnft  eomplainfcs 
Againft  their  haughty  foes. 

3  From  Zion  went  bis  dreadfal  word, 

And  broke  that  threatening  fpear  % 
The  bow,  the  arrows,  and  the  fword, 
And  cruuYd  thJ  AiTyrian  war. 

4  What  are  the  earth's  wide  kingdoms  elfe 

But  mighty  hills  of  prey  ! 
The  hill  on  which  J£hovah  dwells 
Is  glorious  more  than  they. 

5  'Twas  Zion's  King  that  ftopp'd  the  Breath 

Of  captains  and  their  bands  ; 
The  men  of  might  fleep  fail  in  death, 
That  quells  their  warlike  hands. 

i>  At  thy  rebuke,  O  Jacob's  God, 
Both  horfe  and  chariot  iz\\: 
■Who  knows  the  terrors  of  thy  rod  \ 
Thy  vengeance  who  can  tell. 
7  Whatpow'r  can  ftarid  before  thy  fight 
When  once  thy  wrath  appears  \ 
When  heav'n  fhines  round  with  dreadful  light, 
The  earth  adores  and  fears. 
2  When  God  in  his  own  fov'reign  ways, 
Comes  down  to  fave  th'  oppreft, 
The  wrath  of  man  lhall  work  hispraiife^ 
.And  ke'lUeftraia  tfce  re& 


144  ?    §   A    L   M    S. 

[9  Vows  to  the  Lord,  and  tribute  bring* 
Ye  prince s  fear  his  frown  ; 
His  terrors  lhake  the  p.oudeft  king, 
Aid  finite  his  armies  down. 
I©  The  thunder  of  bis  fharp  rebuke 
Our  haughty  foes  fhall  feel  ; 
For  Jacob's  God  hath  not  forlbok, 
But  dwells  in  Zion  ft  ill  ] 

PSALM  LXXVII.  Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 

Melancholy  ajfauliing,  and  hope  prevailing. 

1  T/O  God  1  cry'd  with  mournful  voice, 

I  fought  his  gracious  ear, 
In  the  fad  hour,    when  trouble  rofe, 
And  fiil'd  my  heart  with  fear. 

2  Sad  were  my  davs,  and  dark  my  nights, 

My  foul  refus'd  relief; 
I  thought  on  God,  thejuil  and  wife, 
Bi^tt  thoughts  increas'd  ray  grief. 

3  Still  I  complain'd,  and  ft  ill  oppreft, 

My  heart  began  to  break  ; 
My  God,  thy  wrath  forbade  ray  reft, 
And  keep  my  eyos  awake. 

4  Mv  overwhelming  forrows  grew, 

'Till  I  could  fpeak  no  more  ; 
Then  I  within  myfe.lf  withdrew, 
And  call'd  thy  judgmeuts  o'er. 

5  I  call'd  back  years  a*d  auciett  dates, 

When  I  beheld  thy  fr.ee; 
My  fpirit  fearch'd  for  fecret  crimes 
That  might  withhold  thy  grape.. 

6*  I  call'd  thy  mercies  to  my  mind, 
Which  I  enjoy'd  before  j 
And  will  the  Lord  no  morebs:  kiiidf 
His  face  appear  no  more  ? 

7  Will  he  for  ever  cart  me  ofifi 
Ki.>  prom ife  ever  i'a-ii  *. 


PSALMS.  J45 

Has  Tie  forgot  his  tender  love  ? 
ShalJ  anger  ftill  prevail  ? 
8.  Bur  I  forbid  this  hopelef*  Thought", 
This  dak,  defpairkig  frame, 
R.-n.emb'ring  what  thy  hand  hath  wrought ; 
Thy  hand  is  itill  the  lame. 

9  I'll  think  again  of  all  thy  ways, 

And  talk  thy  wonders  o'er, 
Thy  wonder?  of  recov'i  ing  grace, 
When  flefn  conld  hope  no  more. 

10  Grace  dwelt  with  jjiiice  on  the  throne  ; 

And  men  that  lo\e  thy  word 
Have  in  thy  fauetuary  known 
Tiie  coanfels  of  the  Lord. 

PSALM  LXX  VII.  Second  partComman  Metre, 

Comfort  derived  from  ancient  providences  ;  or  If- 
r<u  I  delivered  from  Egypt  and  brought  to  dmaarl, 
1   *'  H°vv  awful  is  thy  cbaU'ning  rod? 
(  Vfay  thy  own  children  fa;,  ;) 
"  The  gieaf,   the  wife,  the  dreadful  God  ! 
*'   How  holy  is  his  way  IV 
*   I'll  meditate  his  works  of  old, 
^  Who  reigns  in  heav'n  above;  . 
I'll  hear  his  ancient  woi-.dtrs  told, 
And  learn  to  .tri-.it  his  love. 
}   Hi-  faw  the  houfe  of  Jo  eph  lis 
With  Egypt's  yoke  oppreft  ; 
Long  he  denied  to  hear  their  cry  ; 
Nor  gave  his  people  reft. 
\  The  fons  of  pious  Jacob  feeni'd 
Abandoned  to  their  foes  ; 
But  hi1?  almighty  arm  redet.m'd 
The  nation  whom  be  chufe. 
\  From  flavim  chains  ti$  fe't's  them  free* 
They  Jtollow  where  he  calls ; 
G 


■P 

'4^  P    ?    A    L   &    S. 

lie  ba.ie  them  venture  through  the  fea 
And  i;:ade  the  waves  their  walls! 

6  The  waters  faw  thee,  mighty  God, 
The  waters  faw  thee  come'; 

Backward  they  fled,  and  frighted  fined, 
To  make  thine  armies  room. 

7  Strange  waj  thy  jo  hit  ey  thro*  the  Tea 
Thy  fcotfrep;?,   Lord,   unknown  ; 

Terrors  attend  the  wend'rous  way 
That  brings  thy  mercies  down. 
$  [Thy  voice,  with  terror  in  the  found, 
Through  clouds  and  darkneis  broke  j 
AM  heav'n  in  light'nuig  fllone  around, 
And  earth  with  thunder  fhook. 
9  Thine  arrows  through  the  fkies  were  hurl'd 
How  glorious  is  the  Lord  ! 
Surprise  and  trfembimg  fciz'd  the  world, 
And  all  his  faints  ador'd. 

TO  He  gave  them  water  from  the  rock;. 
And,  fafe  by  ?,Iofes'  band, 
Through  a  dry  defert  led  lis  flock 
To  Canaan's  promised  land.] 

PSALM  LXXVIII.  Firffpart.  Common  Metre. 

Frovi deuce  of  God  recorded '■;  ev,  Pious  education; 
and  infir:;ClS6H  of  children. 
J^ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds. 

Which  God  performed  of  old, 
"Which  in  our  ycur.ger  years  we  faw,. 
And  which  our  father's  told. 

:ile  bids  as  make  his  glories  known  ;. 

His  works  of  pow'r  and  grace  : 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  ev'ry  rifing  race. 

Oar  lips  (hall  tell  them  to  our  fons,. 
And  they  again  to  faeir's, 


P    S    A    L    M    S-  147 

That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  tsaPh  them  to  their  heirs. 
4  Thus  mall  they  learn  in  Go  J  alone 
Tneir  hope  fecurely  (lands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  work*, 
But  praclife  his  commands. 

P  S  A  L  M    LXX VIII.      Second  part. 
Com  in  on  Metre. 

Ifracl's  rebellion  an&jpunifiment ;    or,  The '[ins 
and  chujlzfements  of  God' s  peeple. 

1  A  WHAT  a  ftifF  rebellious  boule 

Was  Jacob's  ancient  race  ! 
Falfe  ta  their  own  mod  foiemn  vows. 
And  to  their  Maker's  gr^ce  I 

2  They  broke  the  covenant  of  his  love, 

And  did  his  laws  defpife  ; 
Forgot  the  works  he  wrought  to  prove 
His  pow'r  before  their  eyes  1 

3  They' fa  w  the  plagues  on  Egypt  light 

From  his  avengiag  hand  ; 
With 'dreadful  tokens  of  bis  might 
Spread  o'er  the  (lubbora  land  ! 

4  They  faw  him  cleave  the  mighty  fea, 

And  march  with  fafety  through, 
With  wat'ry  walls  to  guard  their  way, 
'Till  they  had  'fcap'd  the  foe. 

5  A  wond' reus  pillar  mark'd  the  road, 

Compos'd  of  made  and  light; 
By  dav  it  prov'd  a  fhelt'ring  cloud, 
A  leading  fire  by  night. 
-6  He  from  the  rock  their  third  fupply'dj, 
The  gufhing  waters  flow'd, 
And  ran  in  rivers  by  their  fide, 
Along  the  defert  read. 
7  Yet  they  nrovok'd  the  Lord  Mcfl  HtgRj 
Awl  dav'ti  aiftruff  his  baiwh 


1,3  PSALM    S. 

**  Can  he  with  bread  ji,r  hu4i  Cvftolf 

4<    Amidix  this  ha  fen  jfaad  J" 
8  The  Lord,  with  Mtynatiojf),  !u-a.d, 

Ar.ccaiu'd  his  wiat     ru  r'auit  • 
His  tenors  ever  llano"  prepared 

To  vVi'dikate  his  name, 

PSALM     LXX'v  ill       Third  pa^. 

(To  union    \le     e. 

The  punt  foment  of  'J\ ytrj  an AlnU '*»per ince  •  or 

Cbjjtrjctnc/it  and  j.ilv..  ton. 
I    \\7tfEN  Ifael  finn'J,  th-  L>'d    eprov'd 
And  iili'd  their  h  a.rs  uit     d  cat» ;     ' 
Yet  he  forgave  the  lrf-n  he  iov'd, 
And  font  them  heav-'oly  b  ead. 
e  H^  fed  t  ;em  with  a  hb'.a)  :>an  L 
And  mabe  his  rrea.ores  known; 
lie  «ia   e  the  midnight  clouds  command 
To  pour  provifion  dov.  n. 
g   The  manna,    like  a  morning  fhow'r, 
Lay  thick  a  ound  their  fee:  ; 
The  food  of  heav'n,    lb  li^jhr,    To  pure, 
As  though  'twere  angels'  meat. 

4  Bur  they,  iu  murm'rihg  language,   fajd, 

"   is  manna  aU  our  feafi  I 
"  We  loatti  this  light,   this  airy  b^ad  ; 
"   We  mult  have  flefh  to  taiie." 

5  «  You  fliall  have  f3efH  to  pleafe  your  lufl," 

The  Lord  in  wrath  reply*d ; 
And  fent  tliem  quail*,  like  Jam],  or  dufr, 
Iteap'd  up  an  ev'ry  fide. 

6  He  gave  them  all  their  own  defire; 

And,  greedy  as  they  i'^c], 
His  vengeance  burnt  with  fecrer  fire, 
And  frhote  rhe  rebel-  dead. 

7  -When  fon,e  wee  (lain,   t.he  reft  return'd, 

And  {ought  the  herd  with  txa;s; 


P S    A    L    M    S.  I49 

\J.-tf?'-  the  rod  they  tea-'d  and  mourn'd, 

But  foon  forgot  their  tears. 

8  Off  l-e  cfcaftU'4,   aiu  ftill  forgave, 

'  Till,  by  hi?  gracious  hand, 

The  ration  he  refolv'd  t"  lave 

PuilefVd  the  promisM  land. 

PSAtM    LXXVIU.     ver.  32,   fro 
Fourth  part.      Lone;  Metre. 
$jckfIJt!irg  and  for,  rvet^fs ;  or,  Sin  pun'ijhti 
and  fMnts  f.rued. 
3    pREAT  Grd,   how  oft  did  I  >aei  p:ove, 
4  By  turns,   thine  anger  and  thy  low  s 
There,   in  a  glafs,   our  heaits  may  fee 
How  fickle,  and  how  fal'/e  they  be. 

2  How  foon  the  faithlefs  Jews  forgot 
Thed.eadful  wor.ders  God  lad  wrought 
Then  tkev  provok'd  him  to  his  face, 
Nor  feai.  his  pow'r,   nor  trufr  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  comum'd  their  years  in  pain, 
And  made  T'rei,rtr2veh;  long  and  vain; 
A  tedious  roach  thro*  unknown  \\  a;,  s, 
Wore  out  their  ftjength,  and  fpent  their  days. 

A  Oft,  when  they  <aw  their  brethren  {Jain, 
Xhev  ni-urn'd,   and  fought  the  Lord  again  { 
Ca'fd  him  thteRock  of  their  a  bo  e, 
Their  hi- r  Redeemer,  ai:d  their  God. 

5  T'  eir  prav'rs  and  vows  before  hinv  life, 
A»  flatt'rmg  words   or  folemn  lies, 

"  \Viile  tneir  rebellions  teinpes  piove 
Fal  e  to  his  or.'nant  aTd  his  love. 

6  Ye'  could  M«  foreign  grace  fo'give 
T'  e  meri  tfc'al  ne'er  deff  r\'d  to  live  ; 
His  anger  ofl  away  he  rurn'd, 
Ori'l'e  w'.  h    en.l:  flame  it  bunj'd. 

7  He   aw  thei*  Hell  wae.  weak  and  fjaiL 
He  fawtemptatiofls  hill  prevail  i 


X$Z  PSALMS. 

Himself  a  noble  wine,  and  we 
The  leiTer  branches  of  the  tree. 

ti    >  Tis  thy  own  Son;  and  he  fhall  (land, 

Girt  with  thy  Urength,   at  thy  right  hand  5 
Thy  firft-born  Sen,   adorn'o!  and  bleis'U 
With  pow'r  and  grace  above  the  reft. 

12  O!  far  his  fake,   attend  my  ery, 
Shine  on  thy  churches,   left  they  die; 
Turn  us  to  the*-,  thy  love  reftore, 
We  fhall  be  fav'd,  and  f\gh  no  more. 

PSALM    LXXXI.     rer.   1,  8,— 16. 

Short  Metre. 

The-w.-rnhigsofGodto  his  people;  or,  Spiritual 
blejjtrigs  ami  ptnifimaits. 

1  5*NG  to  the  Lord  aloud 

And  make  a  joyful  noife  ; 
God  is  our  ftrengtb,  our  Saviour  God; 
Let  Ifra'i  hear  his  voice. 

2  M  Front  idols  falfe  and  vain 

«4  Preferve  my  rights  divine; 
*'  I  am  the  Lord,   who  broke  thy  chain 
"  Of  ftavery  and  of  fin, 

3  "  Stretch  thy  defires  abroad, 

"  And  I'll  fupply  them  well; 
"  But  if  ye  will  refufe  vour  God, 
"  U  Ifra'l  will  rebel,' 

4  "  I'll  leave  them/'  faith  the  Lord, 

*'  To  their  own  lufts  a  prev, 
"  And  let  them  run  the  the  dan^'rous  road  • 
'•"  Tis  their  own  chofeu  wayf 

5  "  Yet,  O  !  that  all  my  faints 

"    \Vould  hearken  to  my  voice  ! 
"   Soon  I  would  eafe  their  fore  complaints, 
44  And  bid  their  heart3  rejoice. 
C  "   While  I  deftroy  their  foes, 
*'  I'll  richly  feed  my  flock, 


PSALMS.  153 

"  And  they  mall  tafte  the  ftreams  that  flows 
«1  From  their  eternal  Rock." 
PSALM    LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  fupreme  Governor;  or,  Mtgijirates 
■warned. 
i    AMONG  th'  aflfeniblies  of  the  great, 
A  greater  Ruler  takes  his  feat ; 
The  God  of  heav'n,  as  Judge,   furveys 
Thofe  gods  on  earth,   and  all  their  ways. 

2  Why  will  ye  frame  opprefiive  laws.? 
Or  Why  fupport  th'  unrighteous  caufe? 
When  will  ye  once  defend  the  poorr 
That  foes  may  vex  the  faintvnd  more  ; 

3  They  knew  not,.  Lord,  nor  will  they  know, 
Dark  are  the  ways  in  which  they  go  ; 
Their  name  of  earthly  gods  is  vain, 

For  they  (hall  fall  and  die  like- men. 

4  Arife,  O  Lordy  and  let  thy  Son 
Poffefs  his  univerfal  throne, 

And  rule  the  nations  with  his  rod  ; 
He  &  our  Judge,  and  he  our  God. 

PSALM   LXXXIT.     Shert  Me  tre , 
A  complaint  agafnfl  perfecutors. 
1    AND  will  the  God  of  grace 
Perpetual  filence  keep? 
The  God  ef  juftxe  hold  his  peace,. 
And  let  his  vengeance  deep  ! 
9  Behold  what  eurfed  fn ares 

The  men  of  mifchief  fpread 
The  men  that  hate  thy  fins  and  thee,- 
Lift  up  their  threat'ning  head, 
a  A?ainft  thy  hidden  ones 

Their  counfels  they  employ, 
And  malice,  with  her  watchful  eye*. 
Purfuss  theoi  to  deftroy. 

G  a 


154  P    5   A   L   M   3^ 

4  "  Come,  let  us  join,"'  they  cry, 
*4  To  foot  th^;n  t'ro.n  the  ground,. 

f*  '  Till  not  the  name  of  faints  remain3 
"   Nor  mejn'ry  mail  be  found." 

5  Awa'<e,    almighty  God, 
And  call  thy.  wrath  to  mind, 

Give  them,,  like  forefts,   to  the  fire, 
Or  ftubbie  to  the  wind. 

6  Convince  their  madnefs,  Lord, 
And  make  them  fcek  thy  name  : 

Orelfe  their  ilubborn  rage  confound,. 
That  they  may  die  in  mame. 
*7   Then  mr-lUhe  sattons  know 
'  Thy  glorious  dreadful  wordr 
jEHovAit  is  thy  name  alone, 
And  thou  the  fov?reign  Lord. 

PSALM   LXXXIV.  Firft  part.  Long  Metre 
Th(  pleufures  cf  public  -worfoip. 

j   HOW  pie  a  fan  r,   how  divinely  fair, 

O  Lord  of  hafts,   thy  dwellings  are  ! 
With  long -defire  my  fpirit  faints, 
To  meet  th'  alTemblies  of  thy  laints. 

2  My  flefh  would  reft  in  thine  abode, 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ; 
My  God  !   my  Xing  !    why  fttoukl  1  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  I 
The  fparrow  chufes  where  to  reft, 
And  for  her  young  provides  a  neft  ; 
B-wt  v/ill  my  Gjd  to  fparrows  grant 
That  pleafure  which  his  childsen  want  V 

4  BleTs'd  are  the  faints  who  fit  on  high 
.Around  thy  throne  above  the  iky  ; 
Thy  b-ighteft  glo-ies  thine  above, 
And  all  their  work  is  praile  and  love. 

5  Blefs'd  are  the  fouls  whofind  a  place- 
Within  the  temples  of  thy  grace  ; 


p  S    A    L   M    S.  1<55> 

There  to  behold  thy  gentler  rays, 
And  Iteefc  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praife. 

■b  3leiVd  are  the  men  whofe  hearts  are  fet 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  pate; 
God  is  their  ftrengtb  ,  and  through  the.road, 
They  lean  upon  their  holper  God. ' 

7  Cheerful  thev  walk,   with  giowingitrength, 
'Till  all  mall  meet  in  heav'n  at  length, 
'Till  all  before  thy  face  appear, 
And  join  in  nobler  woifnip  there. 

P  SALM  LXXXIV.  Second  part. iong Metre, 

God  and  hit  church.;  or.,  Grace  and  glory. 
1   p  RE  AT  God,  attend  while  Zion  fings 

The  joy  that  iVom  thy  pveJence  iprings  i 
To  fpend  one  day  with  tree  on  earth 
Exceeds  a  thoufand  days  of  mirth. 

2  Might  I  enjoy  the  meaneft  place 
Within  thy  houfe,  O  God  of  grace, 
Not  tents  of  eafe,'  nor  thrones  of  pow'r, 
Should  tempt  my  feet  to  leave  thy  door. 

$  God  is  our  fun,  he  makes  our  day  ; 
God  is  our  mield,  he  guards  our  way 
From  all  th'  affaults  fef  hell  and  fin, 
From  foes  without,  and  foes  within. 

•4   All  needful  grace  will  God  beftow. 
And  crown  that  grace  with  glory  too,? 
He  gives  us  all  things,   and  withholds 
No  real  good  from  upright  fouls. 

5  O  God  our  King,  wfcofe  fov'reigo  fway 
The  glorious  hofts  of  heaven  obey, 
And  devils  at  thy  prefence  fi®e, 
Bkfs'd  is  the  man  that  trails  in  thee* 


156 


PSALMS- 


PSALM  LXXXIV.  ver.  1,  2,  3,  ro.  paraphrafed» 

Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  ordinances  of -worfiip  ;  or,  Cod  /re- 

fent  in  his  churches. 
I   JYtY  foul,   how  lovely  is  the  place 
To  which  thy  God  reforts  ! 
'Tis  heav'n  to  fee  his  Aniling  face, 
Though  in  his  earthjy  courts. 

2  There  he  great  Monarch  of  the  fkiss 

His  faving  pow'r  difplays, 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes, 
With  kind  and  quick'ning  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heav'nly  Dove 

Defcends,    and  fills  the  place  ; 
While  Chrilr.  reveals  his  wond'rous  love, 
And  Iheds  abroad  his  grace. 

4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  works  declare 

The  fecret  of  thy  will; 
And  flill  we  find  thy  mercies  there, 
And  (ing  thy  praifes  (h.l. 

PAUSE. 

5  My  heart  and  fleih  cry  out  for  thee, 

While  far  from  thine  abode  J 
When  (hall  I  tread  thy  courts,   and  fee 

My  Saviour  and  my  God  ? 
k  The  fparrow  builds  herfelf  a  neft, 

And  fuffers  no  remove  ; 
O  make  me,  like  the  fparrow,  blefs'd, 

To  dwell  but  where  I  love. 

7  To  fit  one  day  beneath  thine  eye, 

Ami  hear  thy  gracious  voice, 
Exceeds  a  whole  eternity 
Employ*d  in  carnal  joys. 

8  Lord,  at  thy  threshold  I  fhould  wait, 

While  Jefus  is  within, 
Rather  than  fill  a  throne  of  fiate*, 
Ara»B£  the  tents  of  fin. 


PSALMS.  157 

Could  I  command  the  fpacious  land, 

And  the  more  boundlefs  Tea, 
For  one  blefs'd  hour  at  thy  right  hand 
I'd  give  them  both  away. 

S  A  L  M   LXXXIV.     As  the  148th  Pfalm. 

Longing  for  the  houfe  of  God. 
T   ORD  of  the  worlds  above, 

How  pleafant  and  how  fair 
The  dwellings  of  thy  love, 
Thy  earthly  temples  are! 

To  thine  abcde 
My  heart  afpires, 
AVith  warm  riefne?, 
To  fee  my  God. 
The  fp  arrow  for  her  young-, 

With  pleafure  feeks  a  nerr, 

And  wandering  fwaliows  long 

To  find  their  wonted  reft  : 

My  fpirit  faint1;, 
With  equal  zeal, 
To  rife  and  dwell 
Among  thy  faints, 
i  O  happy  fouls  that  pray 

Where  God  appoints  to  hear! 
O  happy  men  that  pay 
Tbeir  conftant  fervice  there! 

They  praife  thee  ftill; 
And  happy  they 
That  love  the  way 
To  Zien's  hill. 
1   They  go  from  ftrength  to  flrength, 

Thro'  this  dark  vale  of  tears, 
.  'Till  each  arrives  at  length, 
'Till  each  in  heav'n  appears. 

O  glorious  feat, 
When  God  our  King 
Shall  thither  bring 
Our  willing  feet. 


158  P   *    ALMS* 

P   A  V  S  E. 

.5  To  fpend  oie  fac  ed  Jav 

Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affords  eli'/i-ic    joy 
„  Than  thpufand  days  be  fide  : 
Wiiere  God  reforts 
I  love  it  more 
To  keep  the  doo<-, 

Than  fliine  in  courts. 
$   God  is  our  Fun  and  fliield, 

Out  light  and  our,  defence  ^ 
With  {lifts  our  hands  are  ifilr*d, 
We  draw  our  bleilln^s  thence  s 

He  fiiall  beftow    ' 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory 'too. 
-7  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 
.    From  thole  his  heart  approves., 
From  pure  and  pious  fouls;; 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  hoita, 
Whofe  fpirit  triifls 
Alone  in  thee. 

fSALM    LXXXV.   ver.  T,-i-S.    Firft  part. 

Long  Metre. 
Waiting  for  an  anpw'er  to  pr.iyer  ;  or^  Dcliversmt 

begun  and  completed. 
1-  j^ORD,  thou  halt  call'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
Thou  ha*  revers'd  our  heaw  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifrael  finn'd, 

And  brought:  his  wand'ring  captives' home. 
$  Thou  ha<\  begun  to  fet  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fiercer  wrath  abate  s 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  tu-nM  to  thee., 
And  our  falvation  bs  complete. 


PSALMS. 


1** 


"X  Revive  our  dying  graces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  taints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,,  fulfil  thy  word  5 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tone  our  voice . 
4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  Avill  fay  ; 

He'll  ipeak,  and  give  his  people  peace  x 
But  let  tnem  run  no  more  aftray, 
Left  his  returnimjwratb  iwereafe. 

?SALM  LXXXV.  ver.Q,&c.  Second  part. 

Salvation  %  Cbrift. 

1  OALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

The  ioub  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  J. 
And  grace,  defcending  from  on  high, 
Frefti  hopes  of  glory  fliall  afford. 

2  Mercv  and  truth  on  earth  are  met,,  [heav'n 

Since  Cbrift  the  Lord  same  down  from 
By'his  obedience,   fo  complete,  _ 

Juitice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv'n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  {hall  abound, 

Religion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'niy  influence  blefs  the  ground. 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before,. 

To  give  us  free  acceis  to  Gnd  ; 
0,ir  wand'iing  feet  mail  ftvay  no  more,.  \. 
But  mark  his  fteps,   and  keep  the  road, 

PSALM    LXXXVL     ver.  8,— 1 3. 

Common  Metre. 
A  general  fong  of  praife   to  God. 

1  AMONG  the  prmces,  earthly  gods, 

There's  none  bath  pow'r  divine  % 
jj.or  is  their  nature,   mighty  Lo'd, 
Nor  are  their  woiks  like  t  ir.e. 

2  The  nations  thou  haft  made,   {ball  bring' 

Their  off 'rings  round  thy  throne  ; 


«5»- 


P    %    A    L   M    So 


> 


PAUSE. 

5  To  f>encl  oie  rac  ed  d;*v 

Where  God  and  faints  abide, 
Affo  'I1;  di'.'i-ic-    jov 
.  Ts-.sn  th  m!and  d>ys  bcfide  : 
Where  Gid  reforts 
I  Live  it  more 
To  keep  the  doo'-, 
Than  fhirie  i«  courts. 
?6   Gnd  is  our  fun  and  ihield, 

Our  light  and  our  defence  ■; 
With  {lifts  our  hands  are  filPd, 
We  draw  our  bleififlgs  thence  i 

H?  fliat!  beftow    ' 
On  Jacob's  race 
Peculiar  grace 
And  glory  too. 
^7  The  Lord  his  people  loves; 

His  hand  no  good  withholds 
From  thole  his  heart  approves, 
From  pure  and  pi'nis  fouls  J 

Thrice  happy  he, 
O  God  of  holla, 
Whofe  fpirit  trufis 
Alone  in  thee. 

?SAL  M    LXXXV.   ver.  t,— 3.    Firft  part. 

Long  Metre. 
Waiting  for  an  anpw'er  to  prayer  ;  or,  Deliverantt 

begun  and  completed. 
T  LORD,  thou  haftcall'd  thy  grace  to  mind, 
Thoa  hail  revers'd  our  heavy  doom  ; 
So  God  forgave  when  Ifrael  fit'm'd, 

And  brought  his  wand'ring  captives'home. 
$  Thou  hat  begun  to  fet  us  free, 

And  made  thy  fiercer  wrath  abate  J 
Now  let  our  hearts  be  turn'd  to  thee4 
And  our  falvation  hi  complete. 


PSALMS*  ^S9 

g  Revive  our  dying  giaces,  Lord, 

And  let  thy  taints  in  thee  rejoice  ; 
Make  known  thy  truth,,  fulfil  thy  word  J 
We  wait  for  praife  to  tune  our  voice . 
4  We  wait  to  hear  what  God  -will  fay  ; 

He'll  lpeak,  and  give  his  people  peace  : 
But  let  mem  run  no  more  aft  ray, 
Leil  his  re  turning-wrath  iwcreafe. 

PSALM   LXXXV.  ver.  9,  &c.  Second  part.. 
Loag  Mec.c. 
Salvation  %  Chrift. 
I   CALVATION  is  forever  nigh 

The  fools  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord  J. 
And  grace,   defcending  fretn  on  high, 
.  Freih  hopes,  of  glory  fliall  afford. 
C  Mercv  and  truth  on  earth  are  metr  [heav'n! 
Since  Ghrift  the  Lord  same  down  from 
Bv  his  obedience, .  fo  complete,  _ 

'juiiice  is  pleas'd,  and  peace  is  giv  n. 

3  Now  truth  and  honour  mall  abound, 

Rt-ligion  dwell  on  earth  again, 
And  heav'nlv  influence  blefs  the  ground 
In  our  Redeemer's  gentler  reign. 

4  His  righteoufnefs  is  gone  before,. 

To  give  us  free  accels  to  God; 
Our  wand'ring  feet  fhall  ftray  no  more,. 
But  mark  his  Heps,   and  keep  the  road, 

PSALM    LXXXVL     ver.  8,— 1 ^ 
Common  Metre. 
A  genird  Jong  of  praife   to  God. 
j     AMONG  tne  pr'«nces,  earthly  gods, 
There's  noue  hath  pow'i  divine  •, 
Kor  is  their  nature,   nVJghts  Lu-d^ 
Nor  are  their  woiks  like  t  ir.e. 
2  The  nations  thou  baft  made,   foal!  bn;i~- 
Their  'off'rings  round  thy  throne  j 


I^O  PSALMS. 

For  thou  alone  d  jft  wond'rous  thing*, 
For  thou  art  God  alone. 

3  Lord,  I  woiilj  walk  with  holy  feet; 

Teach  me  thine  heav'nly  ways, 
And  a  1  my  wantPVirig  '-"noughts  unite 
In  God  my  Father's  praiie. 

4  Great  is  thy  r-.ei-ey,  and  my  tongue 

Shall  theie  fweet  wonders  tell, 
How  by  thy  grace  my  (inking  foul 
'Role  from  the  deeps  of  helj. 

PSALM    LXXXVII.     Long  Metre, 

The  chxrch  the  birth  place  of  the  faints  ;   or,  Jew* 
utti  Gentiles  united  in  the  Qhrifian  church. 

j   (J^£*  in  his  ea-thly  temple  lays 

Foundations  for  his  heav'nly  praife  ; 
He  lik'd  the  tents  of  Jacob  well, 
But  dill  iri  Zion  laves  to  dwell. 

a  But  mercy  vifits  ev'ry  houfe, 

That  pay  their  night  and  morning  vows; 
But  makes  a  more  delightful  flay, 
Where  churches  meet  to  praife  asd  pray. 

3  What  glories  were  defcrib'd  of  old  ! 
What  wonders  were  in  Zien  told  ! 
Thou  city  of  our  God  below, 

Thy  fame  mall  Tyfcs  and  Egypt  know. 

4  Egvpt  and  Tyre,  and  Greek  and  Jew, 
Shall  there  begin  their  lives  anew  ; 
Angeh  and  men  (hall  join  to  (ing 
The  h  11  where  living  waters  fpring. 

5  When  God  makes  up  his  lad  account 
Of  natives  in  his  holy  mount, 
'Twill  bu  an  honour  to  appear 
As.ouc  new-born  and  nourifti'd  there*- 


PSALMS.  v      * 

PSALMLXXXVIU.  As  the  113**1   Long  Meft 
Lot's  of  friends,  and  absence  of  divittt  grjce. 
2    i\   God  «>f  111^    Salvation,  hear 

My  nightly  groa11,   my  daily  p::av'-, 
That  ftill  employ  mv  watfing  breVth  i 
My  foulj  declining  to  the  grave, 
Implores  thy  fov'reign  pow'r  to  lave 
From  da'  k  derpair  and  lafti-ig  death. 

2  Thv  w  ath  lies  heaw  on  my  fool, 
And  waves  of  ibrrows  o'er  n.e  roll, 

While  dult  and  filence  /piead  the  glooin.  I 
Mv  ftiends  belov'd  in  hap  ierdavs, 
The  dear  companions  of"  my  vavi, 

Descend  around  me  to  the  tomb. 

3  i%s  left  in  Jorely  grief  I  tread 

T he  mournful  maunons  of  the  dead, 

Or  to  iome  throng'd  afTemblv  go  ; 
Through  all  alike  I  rove  alone, 
White,    here  forgotten,  there  unknown, 
ThecSiange  renews  my  pie;cing\voe. 

4  And  why  will  God  neglect  my  call? 
Or  who  (hall  profit  by  my  Vail, 

When  life  departs  and  love  expires  * 
Can  dull  and  darfcnefs  p  aife  tie  Lord? 
Or  wake,    or  b  ighten  it  his  word, 

And  Tunc;  the  harp  with  beav'nlv  choirs  T 

5  Yet,   thro'  each  melancboh  day, 

I've  prav'd  to  thee,   and  (till  will  pray, 

Imploring  itill  thv  kind  return  — 
But  oh  !    mv.f:  ieiT.'s.   my  comforts,  fled, 
And  all  my  kindred  of  the  dtad 

Recall. ny  wand'  ring  thoughts  to  mourn. 

pv-\LM   LXXXIX     jfctrtt  patt.    L<mg  Metre. 
2*/V  covenant  made  -with  Cbrift  ;  ox^Tbe  trucDavid* 
^OR  ever  Jhall  my  long  re  end 

The  truth  aud  mercy  of  the  Lo.d  f 


262  PSALMS. 

Me»-cy  and  truth  for  ever  flam!, 
Like  heav'n  eflablifh'd  by  his  hand. 

2  Thus  to  his  Son  he  fware  and  faid, 

"   With  thee  my  cov'nant  firft  is  made  ? 
"  In  thee  fhall  dying  fmners  Jive  ; 
44  Glory  and  grace  are  thine  to  give. 

3  "  Be  thou  my  prophet,  thou  my  prieft.-; 
"  Thy  children  fiiall  be  ever  blefs'd  ; 

';  Thou  art  my  chofen  King,   thy  throne 
M  Shall  (land  eternal  like  my  own. 

A    u  There's  none  ©f  all  my  fonr.  above 
li  So  much  my  image,  or  my  love  ; 
u  Celeftial  powers  thy  fobjeifts  £re, 
"  Then  what  can  earth  to  thee  compare  \ 

3  «  David,  my  fervanr,  whom  I  chofe, 
«<  To  guard  my  flock,   to  crufh  my  foes, 
*«  And  rai  'd  him  to  the  Jewim  throne, 
W  Was  but  a  fnadow  of  my  Sin/' 

6  Now]  |et  the  church  rejoxe  and  fing 
Jefus  her  Saviour  and  her  King  : 
An«:c!s  !ii~  heav'nly  woi'.de   3  ihow, 
And  faints  declare  l-.i's  works  below. 

PSALM  LXXMIX-   Firfl  part.  Common  Metre 
the  fxti-fnlnefs  of  God. 

1  ]\.'TY  ncver-ceahng  long  mall  ihow 

The  mercies  of  the  Lord  ; 
And  make  fnc'ceedihg  ages  know 
Ho  i  fait  iful  is  iiis  word, 

2  The  '  \\}  his  lips  pronounce 

11  ftrm.as  heav'n  endure  ; 
An'-',  jf  h?  'p;j'<v:  apromi'e  once, 
Tli' eternal  grabs  U  Aire. 

3  How  long  the  race  of  David  nelfl 

The  pr'on  me  ! 

Bat  there's  a  an»bter  ooVaant  ieal'd 
To  David's  greater  Son. 


P    S    A    L    M'    S.  idj  • 

A  His  feed  for  ever  (hall  polfefs 
A  throne  above  the  fields  ; 
The  meaneft  fu-bjefts  or'  his  .grace 
Shall  to  that  glory  rife. 

5  Lord  God  of  hoftr,  thy  wond'rous  ways 
Are  ftfng  by  faints  above  ; 
And  faints  on  ea-rth  their  honours  raife 
To  thy  exchanging  love. 

PSALM  LXXSIX.   ver.  7,  &c,  Second  part. 

Common  Me^re. 
The  pezver  tind  majepy  of  God  ■   or,   Reverential 

ft  ILOtfifp. 

1  "YyiTH  reverence  let  the  faints  appear, 

And  bow  before  the  Lerd, 
His  high  commands  with  reverence  hear, 
And  tremble  at  his  word. 

2  How  terrible  thy  glories  rife  ! 

How  bright  thine,  nrmies  fnine  ! 
Where  is  the  power  with  thee  that  vies,, 
Or  truth  eompar'd  with  thine  ? 

3  The  northern  pole,  and  fouthern,  reft 

On  thy  fupourting  hand  ; 
Darknefs  and  day,   from  eaft  to  weft, 
Move  round  at  thy  command. 

4  Thy  words  the  raging  winds  controul, 

And  rule  the  boifterous  deep  \ 

•      Thou  mak/ft  the  Sleeping  billows  roll, 

The  rolling. billows. ileep.  I 

5  Heav'n,  earth,  apd  air,  and  fea,  are  'thin?- 

And  the  dark  wo'id  of  hell.j. 
They  fa w  thine  arm  in  vengeance  .mine.  '  • 
,\Vher.  Egypt  duril  rebel. 

6  J uft ice  ant'  judgment  are  thy  throne,. 

Yet  wnnri'rotj   ..'n  thy  grace  ! 
V.7'/!;.'  truth  and  mercy  joiu'd  in  one,. 
Invite  us  near  thy  face. 


164  PSALMS. 

PSALM   LXXXIX.   ver.  1  5.  <5r*.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 
J  blefok  gafjfri. 

1  gLE'S'D  a-e  the  fouls  who  hear  and  know 

T-.e  gofpeKsjoyf&J  found  ! 

Peace  (hall  arrend  the  path  they  go 

And  light  their  lteps  funounri. 

2  Thei- joy  (ball  bear  thuir  fpirits  up, 

Thro'   their  lUdecsner's  name  ; 

His  ritfi,reou!neis  exalts  fi.eir  hope. 

And  fills  their  foe:;  u  ith  (name. 

3  The  Lord,  our  glory  and  defence, 

STengt-.i  and  la!  vat  ion  gives  ; 
Ifra-I,   tt»v  Kmg  for  ev;r  reigus, 
Tfty  God  fdrevei  lives. 

PSALM  LXXXIX.    ver.  15,6-r     Fourth  part- 

Common  M^trc. 

Chriji's  mcii.itori.il  kingdom  ;   or,   His  dixint 

and  but/i.m  nature. 

1  JtJSAR  what  the  Lo.d  in  \  iiion  faid, 

And  made  his  mercies  known  : 
"   Sinners,  behold,   your  help  is  laid 
44  On  Miv  almighty  Son. 

2  u  Behold  the  man  my  wifdom  cliofe 

44  Among  your  mortal  >ac«.  ; 
44  ttis  nead  my  holy  oil  o'erfiows 
44  With  It, 11  iupplies  of  grace. 

3  4t  High  fhall  he  reign  on  David's  throne^ 

44  My  p«--pL's  better  Kin*;  ; 
*4  Mv  a  in  iliall  beat  his  rival's  down, 
44  And  It  ill  new  fubjefts  bring. 

4  4'  My  truth  m.:li  guard  Irim  in  the  vay, 

44  >>  it'  me  icy  by  his  fide  ; 
44  While,   in  my  name,  o'er  earth  and  fea 
"  iic  ihall  in  .triumph  ride. 


PSALMS.  I  65 

5  «*  Me  for  his  Father,   ard  his  God, 

44    rie  ihall  tor  eve  own  ; 
44  Call  me  his  ruck,  his  high   abode, 
44  \ni  I'il  lupport  my  Son. 

6  t4   \h  firft-bofivSon,   a'-'*a-'d  in  grace, 

♦•    \r  in>  tight  !  aim  (halliir  ; 
ii  Beneath  htm,  angels  know  their  place, 
<*   \ivi  niona-cis  a-  his  feet. 

7  "Mi  cov'naht  Itards  for  e\er  fad, 

«    VI v  prnmi  es  are  h   »ng  ; 
<4Vurn  as  t:.e  hj;.v'n;  h.ii  throne  ihall  Iaft, 
44  iiis  feed  endure  as  long-'' 

PSALM  LXXXIX.  vcr.  30,  &c.  Fifth  part. 

Gooiiuon  Metre. 
The  c6xxm*ni  of\t\:ce  titfohartgjjihie  ;  o-,  /IfjliZ.in 

■without  rcjcdltOfi. 

1  «YE1Y'   '"a»t ;■  the  Lo.d,   "  if  Davi,"^  race, 

41  The  children  of  ray  Son, 
<*  Should  break  my  laws,   abufe  m y  grace, 
*'  And  tempt  mine  anger  down  ; 

2  '<  Their  fm    I'll  viilt  with  the  rod, 

44  A"d  makes  theft  folly  (mart  ; 
.'*  Bur  I'll  not  ceafe  to  be  their  God, 
44  Nor  i\ow\  my  truth  depart. 

3  ll  Mycov'nant  I  will  ne'er  revoke, 

44  But  keep  my  grace  in  mind  ; 
44  And  wrat  rny  love  eternal  fpoke, 
■•-■*'«  Eternal  truth  mall  bind. 

4  <4  t^nce  have  1  fworn,  (f  need  no  mere,) 

44  A«d  pledged  mv  tudinef-, 
'   To  leal  the  -'acred  promife  Jure 
44  To  David  and  his  race. 

5  4t  The  fun  lhall  fee  his  offspring  rife, 

44  And  'pread  from  iea  to  fea, 
**  Long  as  he  travels  round  the  ikies 
14  To  £tve  t/.e  Ration?  day, 


i-6o 


psalms. 


6    «  Sure  a*  the  moon,  that  ruk-s  the  i&J 

«    Till  the  nxMi^vs  or  fhade  and  light    ' 
"Shall  be  obferv'd  no  more." 

PSALM  LXXXIX.    ver.  47,*,.  Sixth  pert 

Lcmg  Metre. 

Mortality  and  hope. 

A  Funeral  Pialm. 

1  REMEMBER,   Lo.d,  our  mortal  flare 

Hovv  trail  our  life,   how  {fori  our  date  » 
Where  is  the  man  that  drav-s  his  breath 
Safe  from  difeafe,  iicure  from  death. 

2  Lord,  while  we  fee  whole  nations  die 
Our  ne'h  and  ftrength  vt  p-ine  and  cry  ' 
"  Muit  death  for  ever  .age  and  reign  !  ' 
J«  Or  halt  .thou  made  mankind  in  vain  I 

3  "  Where  is  thy  promiie  to  the  iurt  ? 

«  Are  not  thy  fervants  t«cn*d  to  diift  »' 
But  faith  forbids  thefe  mournful  figbi 
And  fees  the  fleeping  dufl  ariie.     °     ' 

4  That  glorious  hour,   that  dtpadtuldav 
Wipe*  the  reproach  of  faints  a  way    '  * 
And  clears  the  honour  of  thv  world's 
Awake,  our  fouls,  and  blefs  the  Lord. 

PSALM   LXXXIX.    ver.  47,   i§r.  Laft  part. 

As  the  I  [2th  Pfalm. 
L:fe,  jfea/A,  and  therefurrcftion.       - 

1  THINK,  mighty  Gcd,  on  feeble  man, 

How  few  his  hours,  how  (hert  his  rpan> 
Short  from  the  cradle  to  the  grave  : 
Who  can  fecure  his  viral  breath 
Againft  the  bold  demands  of  death, 
Withfkill  to  fly?  or  p0u'r  to  fave  \ 

2  Lord,  (hall  it  be  for  ever  faid, 

f  The  race  of  ma:i  was  only  made 


PSALMS.  K^ 

«<  For  ficknefs,  forrow,  and  the  dufr?  " 
Are  not: thy  fervants,   day  by  clay, 
Sent  to  their  graves,   and  turned  today? 

Lord,   where's  thy  kindneis  to  thejuftj 

3  Haft  thou  not  promised  to  thy  Son, 
And  all  hb  feed,   a  heav'nly  crown  ? 

But  Belli  and  fenle  indulge  defpair  j 
For  ever  blelTed  be  the  Lord, 
That  faith  can  read  his  holy  word, 

And  find  a  refufrection  there. 

4  For  ever  blefled  be  the  Lord, 
Who  gives  his  faints  a  long  reward, 

For  all  their  toil,   reproach  and  pain  ; 
Let  all  belowj   and  all  above, 
Join  to  proclaim  thy  wond'rous  love, 

And  each  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

P  SA  L  M    XC.      Long  Metre. 

Man  mortal ',  and  God  eternal. 

A  mournful  fong  at  a  funeral. 

i   "THRO*  ev*ry  age,  eternal  God, 

Thou  art  our  reft,  our  fafe  abode  : 
High  waft  thy  throne  e'er  beavr'a  was  made,, 
Or  earth  thy  humble  footftoo!  laid, 

2  Loag  hadft  thou  reign'd  e'er  time  began,.    - 
O  rem  ft  was  fafhion'd  into  man  & 

And  long  thy  kingdom  fhall  endure 
When  earth  and  time  (hall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity  : 

Thy  dreadful  lenience,  Lord,   was  juftv 
44  Return,  ye  fmnersf  to  your  duft." 

4  [A  thoufand  of  our  years  amount 
Scarce  to  a  day  in  thine  account, 
Like  yefterday's  departed  light 

Or  the  laft  wateh  of  eiading'night.J 


ai>3  PSALMS. 

PAUSE- 

5  t);afh,  l&e  ai  ov^    lo.vi  ig   ftream, 

S  ^eep;  its  a  vi;  :   i>ur  lira's  a  dre-im  ; 
4-i  e  ii.itv  -a!.-  ;  a  morning  flow'r, 
C.  st  do.vi  aad  wir|ie  \1  in   »n  hour. 

6  [  1  ir  a.Te  t>  fevjnty  year;  h    fet  ; 

fi  >.v  (h:>rt  tie  time  1    how  trail  the  flate  ! 

And  if.ro  eighty  we  arrive, 

We  rarher  ligh  and  groa  t,    tuan  live. 

7  B  :^  oh  !    hb\V  oft  thy  wrath  appeals, 
A~d  c  its  oi*  our  expected  yer.r^! 
Thy  u">atii  awakes  our  humble  drtad  ! 
We  fear  ute  puw'r  that  ft.  ikes  us  dead] 

8  Teach  n%   O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man, 
And  kindly  lengt'ien  out  the  fpan, 
Till  a  \vi%  care  of  piety 

Fir  us  to  die,  aid  d.vell  with  thee. 

PSALM   XC.    ver.  , ,— 5.    Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 

Mm  frail,  ami  God  eternal. 

1  QUR-  God,  our  help  in  3ge<?  ppft, 

Our  nope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  (hJrer  from  the  ftormy  biaft% 
And  our  eternal  home. 

2  Beneath  the  fnadow  of  thy  throne 

Thv  fain'5  have  dwelt  fecurc  ; 
Sumcient  i"»  thine  arm  alone, 
And  my  defence  is  flare. 

3  before  the  hi!!"-,  in  o«-der  (lood, 

Of  ea-.-*h  received  her  fiame, 
Fjow:  cverlaiMng  thou  art  God, 
Toendleii  years  fre  fame. 

4  Thy  *-v:ird  commands  our  ileCn  t»  du(r# 

44    Return  ye  Tons  of  men  ;" 
AU  natiowi  role  from  earth  at  ftrft, 
And  turn  to  earth  again. 


PSALMS.  169 

5  A  thoufand  ages  in  thy  f.ght 

Are  like  an  evening  gone] 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  tli2   night 
Before  the  riling  dawn-. 

6  [The  bufy  tribes  of  fiefh  ird  blood, 

With  all  their  lives  and  cares, 
Are  carried  downwards  by  the  flood 

And  loft  in  ioU'wing  years. 
V  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  frream, 

Bears  ail  'its  fons  away, 
They  fly,  forgotten,   as  a  dream 

Dies  at  th?  opening  day. 

8  Like  Bow*fy  fields  the  nations  ft  and, 

Pleas'd  with  the  morning  light  ; 
The  flow'ts  beneath  the  mewer's  hand 
Lie  withering  ere  'tis  night.} 

9  Our  God,   our  help  in  ages  part, 

Our  hope,  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guard  when  troubles  lafr, 
And  our  eternal  home. 

PSALM   XC.     ver.  8,  f  r,  2,  is,  12. 

Second  part.     Common  Metre. 

Infinities  and  mortalities  the  effect  of fin  ;  or7 

Life,   old  age,  and  preparation  for  death. 

1  LORD,   if  thine  eye  furvey  our  faults, 

And  juftice  grsws  fevers. 
Thy  dreadful  wrath  exceeds  our  thoughts,, 
And  burns  beyond  our  fear. 

2  Thine  anger  turns  our  frame  to  dnft  ; 

By  one  offence  to  thee, 
Adam,    with  all  his  fons  have  loft 
Their  immortality. 
£  Life,  like  a  vain  arnufemenf,  Hies, 
A  fable,  or  a  fong  ; 
By  fwift  degrees  our  nature  flies, 
"  Nor  can  ©ur  joys  be  long. 
H 


j;o  PSALMS. 

4  'Tis  but  a  few  whofe  days  amount 

To  threefcore  years  and  ten  ; 
And  a!!  beyond  that  fhort  account 
Is  forrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

5  [Onr  vitals  with  laborious  ftrife 

Bear  wp  the  crazy  load, 
And  drag  thefe  poor  remains  of  life 
Along  the  tirefome  road] 

6  Almighty  God,  reveal  thy  love, 

And  not  thy  wrath  alone  : 
Oh  let  our  fweet  experience  prove 
The  mercies  of  thy  throne. 

7  Our  fouls  would  learn  the  heav'nly  art 

T'  improve  the  hours  we  have, 
That  we  may  aft  the  wifer  part, 
And  live  beyond  the  grave. 

PSALM    XC     ver.  13,  &c    Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Breathing  after  heaven. 
1    RETURN,  O  God  of  love,  return; 
Earth  is  a  tirefome  place; 
How  long  (hall  we,  thy  children,  mourn 
Our  abfence  from  thy  face  ? 

&  Let  heav'n  fucceed  our  painful  years, 
Let  fin  and  forrow  ceafe, 
And  in  proportion  to  our  tears 
So  make  our  joys  increafe. 

3  T^hy  wonders  to  thy  fervants  (how, 

Make  thy  own  works^cnmplere  ; 
Then  mall  our  fouls  thy  glory  know, 
And  own  thy  love  was  great. 

4  Then  (hall  we  fhine  before  thy  throne, 

In  all  thy  beauty,  Lord; 
And  the  poor  fervice  we  have  done 
Meet  a  divine  reward.  ! 


PSALMS.  171 

PSALM  XC    ver.  5,  <°,  J  2.    Short  Metre* 

The  frailty  and  fbortnefs  of  life. 
I    T  OHD,  what  a  feeble  piece 
Is  this  our  mortal  frame  ! 
Our  life  'i  how  poor  a  trifle  'tis, 
That  fcarce  deferves  the  name  ! 

8  Alas,  the  brittle  clay 

That  built  our  bodies  firft  ! 
And  ev'ry  month,  and  ev'ry  day, 
'Ti»  mouldering  back  to  duft. 

3  Our  moments  fly  apace, 

Oar  feeble  pow'rs  decay, 
Swift  as  a  flood  our  hafty  days  ■..% 

Are  fweeping  us  away. 

4  Yet,  if  our  days  muft  fly 

We'll  keep  their  end  in  fight, 
We'll  fpend  them  all  in  wifdom's  way, 
And  let  them  fpeed  their  flight. 

5  They'll  waft  us  fooner  o'er 

This  life's  tempeftuous  fea  ; 
Soon  we  fhall  reach  the  peaceful  fliore 
Of  blefs'd  eternity. 

PSALM    XCL     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Safety  in  public  difeafes  and  dangers. 

1  pjE  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God, 

Shall  find  a  moil  fecure  abode  ; 
Shall  walk  all  day  beneath  his  fnade, 
And  there  at  night  fhall  reft  his'head. 

2  Then  will  I  fay,   "  My  God,   thy  pow'r 
"  Shall  be  my  fortrefs  and  my  tow'r  : 
"  1  tha':  am  form'd  of  feeble  duft, 

<;  Make  thine  almighty  arm  my  truft  >}    • 

3  Thrice  happy  man!    thy  Maker's'care 
Shall  keep  tiiee  from  the  fowlei's  fnsre  ; 
From  Satan's  wiles,   who  ft  id  betrays 
Unguarded  fouh  a  thouiand  ways. 


172  PSALMS. 

4  Jufi  a:  a  hen  prote&s  her  brood 

From  birds  of  prey,   that  feek  their  blood, 

The  Lord  hisfaituful  faints  fhall  guard, 

And  endlefs  life  be  their  reward. 

If  burning  beams  of  noon  confpire 

To  dart  a  peftilential  fire  ; 

God  is  their  life,  his  wings  are  fpread 

To  fliield  them  with  a  healthful  fliade. 

6  If  vapours,  with  malignant  breath, 
Rife  thick,  and  fcatter  midnight  d-?atb, 
lfra'l  is  fafe  :   the  poifon'd  air 

Grows  puie,  if  IfraTs  God  be  there. 
pause. 

7  What  tho'  a  thoufand,  at  thy  fide, 
Around  thy  path,  ten  thoufand  dy'd, 
Thy  God  his  chofea  people  favesr 
Amongft  the  dead,  amidft  the  graves. 

8  So  when  he  fent  his  angel  down 

To  make  his  wrath  in  Egypt  known, 
And  flew  their  fons,  his  careful  eye 
Pafs'd  all  the  doors  of  Jacob  by. 

9  But  if  the  fire,  or  piague,  or  fword, 
R.eceive  commifiion  from  the  Lord, 
To  ttrike  his  faints  among  the  reft, 
Their  very  pains  and  deaths  are  blefs'd. 

10  The  fword,   the  pc-ftilence,  or  fire, 
Shall  but  fulfil  their  bell  delire  ; 
From  fins  and  forrows  let  them  free, 
And  bring  thy  children,   Lord,  to  thee. 

PSALM    XCI.    ver.  9 — 16.    Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 

froteClion  from  death,  guard  of  angels,  victory, 

and  dciiveravte. 
I  YE  fans  of  men,  a  feeble  race, 
Expos' d  to  ev'ry  fnare, 
Come  make  the  Lord  your  dwelling  place> 
And  try  and  truft  his  care. 


PSALM    S.  173 

2  No  ill  fhall  enter  where  you  dwell , 

Or  if  the  plague  come  nigh, 
And  fweep  the  wicked  down  to  heP, 
'Twill  raife  the'faints  on  high. 

3  He'll  give  his  angeft  charge  to  keep 

Yowr  feet  in  all  their  ways ; 
To  watch  your  pillow  while  you  fleep, 
And  guard  your  happy  days. 

4  Their  hands  /hall  bear  you,  left  you  fall 

And  dafh  againft  the  ftones; 

Are  they  not  fervants  at  his  call, 

And  fent  t'  attend  his  f'ons  ? 

5  Adders  and  lions  ye  fhall  tread; 

The  tempters  wiles  defeat: 
He  that  hath  bruis'd  the  ferpent's  head, 
Puts  them  beneath  your  feet. 

6  "  Rccaufe  on  me  they  fet  their  love, 

"  I'll  fave  them,"  faith  the  Lord  ; 
"  I'll  bear  their  joyful  fonis  above 
41  Dettru&ion  and  the.fword. 

7  il  My  grace  fhall  ai Twer  when  they  call, 

il  In  trouble  I'll  be  nigh  ; 
il  My  pow'r  fhall  help  them  when  they  fall, 

"   And  raife  them  when  they  die. 
$  il  Thofe  that  on  earth  my  name  have  known, 

"  1  honour  will  in  heav'n  ; 
"  There  my  falvation  fhall  be  fhown, 

"  And  endleis  life  be  giv'n." 

PSALM  XCII.    Firft  part.  Long  Metre. 
A  pfalm  for  the  Lord's  day. 

1  gWEET  is  the  work,   my  God,    my  King, 

To  praife  thy  name,  give  thanks  and  fmg, 
To  fhew  thy  love  by  morning  light, 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  facred  reft, 

No  mortal  cares  fhall  fciae  my  breaft, 


174  PSALMS. 

Oh  mav  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  folemn  found. 

3  My  heart  (hall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  blefj  his  works,   and  b'.ei's  his  word  ; 
Thy  works  of  grace,  how  bright  they  £iine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counfels  !    how  divine  ! 

4  Fools  never  raife  their  thoughts  fo  high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,   like  brutes  they  die; 
Like  a;rafs  they  fiourifh,  'till  thy  breath 
Blali  them  in  everlaiiing  death. 

5  But  I  ftiall  have  a  glorious  part, 
When  grace  has  well  refin'd  my  heart, 
And  frefii  fupplies  of  joy  are  flied, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 

6  Sin,  (:ny  wovll  enemv  before.) 
Shall  vex  my  eyes  and  ears  no- more; 

My  inward  foes  lhall  all  be  ilain, 
Nor  Satan  break  my  peace  again. 

7  Then  (hall  I  fee,  and  hear,  anil  know, 
All  I  defir'd,  or  wifli'd  below  ; 

And  ev'ry  pow'r  find  fweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

PSALM    XCII.    ver.  12,  &x.    Second  part. 
Long  Metre. 

The  church  is  the  garden  of  God. 

1  T  OR.D,  'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  fland 

In  gardens  planted  by  thine  hand  ; 
Let  me  within  thy  courts  be  fcen 
Like  a  young  cedar,  frefh  and  green. 

2  There  grow  thy  faints  in  faith  and  love, 
Blefs'd  with  rhin*  influence  from  above; 
Not  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees, 

Yields  fuch  a  comely  fight  as  thefe. 

3  The  plants  of  grace  fhall  ever  live; 
(Nature  decays,  but  grace  muft  thrive,) 


P    S    A    L   M    S.  175 

Time,    that  doth  all  things  elfe  impair, 
Still  makes  them  flourifh,  flrong  and  fair. 
4   Laden  with  i'ruits  of  age,   they  fhew 
The  Lord  is  huly,  juft,  and  erne  ; 
None  that  attend  hi?  gates  fhall  find 
A  God  unfaithful,  or  unkind. 

PSALM  xCIII.Firft  Metre.  As  the  rootbiftlitti 

"   The  et;m.il  and  thefovereign  God. 

1  TEHOV AH  reigns  ;  he  dwells  in  light, 
J    Girded  with  majefty  and  might: 
The  world,  created  by  his  hands, 
Still  on  its  firii  foundation  ftands. 

2  But  ere  this  fpacious  earth  was  made, 
Or  had  its  firft  foundations  laid, 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  (tood, 
Thyfelf  the  ever-living  God. 

3  Like  floods  the  angry  nations  rife, 
And  aim  their  rage  againit  the.fk.ies  ; 
Vain  floods,  that  aim  their  rage  fo  high  ! 
At  thy  rebuke  the  billows  die. 

4  For  ever  (hall  thy  throne  endure  ; 
vThy  promife  ftands  for  ever  fare  ; 

And  everlafiing  holingfs 

Becomes  the  dwellings  of  thy  grace. 

PSALM   XCIII.     Second  Metre. 
As  the  old  50th  Pfalm. 
I   fHELordof  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  highi 
His  robes  of  flare  are  ftreogth  and  majeftyi 
This  wide  creation  rore  at  his  command, 
Built  bv  his  word,  eflablifh'd  by  his  hand: 
Long  flood  his  throne  ere  he  began  creation, 
And  his  own  Godhead  is  the  fiim  foundation* 
a  God  is  th'  eternal  King  i  thv  foes  in  vain 
Pvaife  their  rebellions  to  confound  thy  reign; 
In  vain  the  ftorms,   in  vain  the  floods  arife, 
Anil  roar,and  tofs  then-waves  againft  the  fkies; 


*?6  PSALMS. 

Foaming  at  heav'n,  they  rage  wihh  wild  com- 


motioff.  [oce 


an. 


Bwt  lieavVs  high   arches  fcorn  the  fwelling 
3   Ye  tempers,  ra;p  no  more;  ye  floods,  be  ft ill 
Arid  thou,  mad  world,  fubmiffive    to  his  will  ' 
Built  on  his  truth  his  church  mud  ever  ftand 
Firm  are  his  promifes,   and  ftrong  his  hand  . 
See  his  own  Tons  when  they  appear  before  hirr, 
Bow  at  his  footftool,  and  with  fear  adore  him. 
PSALM    XCIII.     Third  part. 
As  the  old  I  2 2d  Pfalm. 
i   rpHE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 
And  royal  ftate  maintains, 
His  head  with  awful  glories  crown'd; 
Array'd  in  robes  of  light, 
Begirt  with  fov'reign  might, 
And  rays  of  majefty  around. 

2  Upheld  by  thy  commands, 
The  world  fecurely  ftamla, 

And  fkies  and  ftars  obey  thy  word  : 

Thy  throne  was  fix/d  on  high 

Ere  ftars  adorn'd  the  fky  ; 
Eternal  is  thy  kingdom,   Lord. 

3  In  vain  the  noify  croud, 
Like  billows,   fierce  and  loud. 

Again  ft  thine  empire  rage  and  roar; 

In  vain,  with  angry  fpite, 

The  fnrly  nations  fight, 
And  dafh,  like  waves,  againft  the  more. 

4  Let  floods  and  nacions  rage, 
And  all  their  pow'r  engage, 

Let  fwelling  floods  a  (Fault  the  fky  : 

The  terrors  of  thy  frown 

Shall  beat  their  madnefs  down  ; 
Thy  throne  for  ever  ftands  on  high. 
5  Thy  promifes  are  true, 

Thy  grace  is  ever  new, 


PSALMS.  I77 

There  fixM  thy  church  fiiaU  ne'er  remove  ; 

Thy  faints  with  holy  fear 

Shall  in  thy  courts  appear, 
And  fing  thine  everlafting  love. 

Repeat  t hi  fourth  Jtanza  to  complete  the  tune. 

PSALM    XCIV.  rer.  1,  2,  7,-14.  F-irft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Saiffts  chujiifed,  and  finners  deflro-jei;  orrr»- 
firutiive  afflictions. 

1  C\  GOD!   to  whom  revenge  belong"-, 

Proclaim  thy  wrath  aloud  ; 
Let  fov'reign  pow'r  redrefs  our  wrongs, 
Let  juftice  finite  the  proud. 

2  They  fay,  u  the  Lord  nor  fees  nor  hear;;;'* 

Wnen  will  the  vain  be  wife  ; 
Can  he  be  deaf,  who  form'd  their  ears  ? 
Or  blind  who  made  their  eyes? 

3  He  knows  their  impious  thoughts  are  vai», 

And  they  fhall  feel  bis  pow'r; 
His  wrath  fhall  pierce  their  fouls  with  pais 
In  feme  furprifmg  hour, 

4  But  if  thy  faints  deferve  rebuke,.. 

Thou  hail  a  gentler  rod  ; 
Thy  providence,    thy  facred  book, 
Shall  make  them  know  their  God. 

5  Bled  is  the  man  thy  hands  chaflife, 

And  to  his  duty  draw  ; 
■*Thy  fcouv^es  makes  thy  children  wife 
Wnen  they  forget  thylaw. 

i>  But  God  will  ne'er  cafi:  oft1  his  faints, 
Nor  his  own  prorvife  break; 
He  pa'-don*.  Hr  inheritance 
For  their  Reck:  mer's  fake. 
H    2 


I78  PSALMS. 

P,"ALM    XCIV.     ver.  16, — 2J. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
Cod  our  [upper  t  and.  comfort  ;  or,  Deliveranse 

from  temptation  and  perfcc.it ion. 
I   "^yHO  will  arife  and  plead  my  right 
Againft  my  mim'rons  foes  \ 
While  earth  and  hell  their  force  unite,. 
And  all  my  hope  oppofe. 

Had  not  the  Lord,  my  rock,  my  help,. 

Suftain'd  my  feinting  hesd, 
"My  life  had  now  in  filer.ce  dwelt, 

My  foul  amongtt  the  dead. 

3  "   Ala?!    nir  Aiding  feet  \"  Icry'd,. 

Thy  promife  boie.  me  up  ; 
Thy  grace  ilood  conftant  by  my  fider. 
And  rais'd  my  fmking  hope. 

4  While  multitudes  of  mournful  thoughts 

Within  my  bofoni  roll, 
Thy  boundlefs  love  forgives  my  faults,., 
Thy  comforts  cheer  my  foul. 

5  Pow'rs  of  iniquity  may  rife, 

And  frame  pernicious  laws  j 
But  God  my  refuge  rules  the  Ikies, 

He  will  defend  my  caufe. 
l<er  malice  vent  her  rage  aloud, 

Let  bold  blafpheniers  feoff; 
The  Lord  our  God  ftiall  judge  the  proud,. 

And  cut  the  finner  orf. 

PSALM   XCV.     Common  Metre- 
A  ffdm  before  prayer. 
I  gING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
And  in  his  flrength  rejoice; 
When  his  falvation  is  our  theme, 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 
With  thanks  approach  his  awful  fight,, 
And  pfalflft  of  honour  fing  J 


PSALMS.  179 

The  Lord's  a  God  of  bonndlefs  might, 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Let  prirces  hear,  let  nations  know, 

How  mean  their  natures  feem,. 
Tho'e  gods  on  high,   and  gods  below, 
Were  once  cornpai'd  with  him. 

4  Earth,   with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep 

Lies  in  his  fpacious  hand  ; 
He  fiVd  the  ieas  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  rnuft  iland. 

5  Come,  and  with  humble  louls  adore, 

Come,   kneel  before  his  face  ; 
Oh,  ni3v  the  creatures  of  his  pow'r 
Be  children  of  his  grace. 

6  Now  is  the. time,  he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  requeft  ; 
Come,  led  he  roufe  his  wrath,   and  fwear, 
<;  Ye  mall  not  fee  my  reft." 

PSALM   XCV.     Short  Metre. 
A  pjidm  before  fermon. 
j    pOME,   found  bis  praire  abroad, 
And  hymns  of  glory  fisg  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  fov'reign  God, 
The  univerial  King- 

2  He  forrn'd  the  deeps  unknown  ; 

He  gave  the  feas  their  bound  ; 
The  wat'ry  worlds  are  all  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  folid  ground. 

3  Come,  worfhipat  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord; 
We  are  his  \vnrk*a   and  not  our  own  ; 
He  form'd  u*.  by  his  word. 

4  T"  rav  attend  his  voice, 

Nor  dare  provoke  .his  roc!  i 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice? 
And  own  your  gracious  God* 


iSo  PSALM    S. 

5  But  if  your  ears  rcfufe 

The  language  of  his  grace, 
And  hearts  grow  hard,   like  fttibborn  Jews 
That  unbelieving  race  ;  '' 

6  The  Lord,    in  vengeance  drefs'd, 

Will  lift  hi;  hand  and  (wear, 
"  You  that  defpife  my  promis'd  reft, 
u  -Shall  have  no  portion  there/' 

PSALM    XCV.    ver.i,  2,3,6,— ,,. 

teman  loft  through  unbelief;  or,  A  warning  U 
delaying  fi /m erf. 

1  (]OME,  let  your  voices  join  to  raife 

A  iacred  fong  of  fojemn  praife  : 
Cmd  is  a  fov'reign  King,;    rehearfe 
His  honour  in  exalted  verfe. 

2  Come,   let  our  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
Who  fram'd  our  natures  with  his  word  ; 
Ho  is  our  Shepherd;    we  the  ftieep     ' 
His  mercy  chofe,  his  paftures  keep. 

3  Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  couufels  of  his  love  obey; 
Nor  let  our  harden'd  hearts  renew 
The  fins  and  plagues  that  Ifra'i  knew. 

4  Ifra'i,  that  faw  his  works  of  grace, 
Yet  t-empt  their  Maker  to  his  face  ; 
A  fnithlefs,  unbelieving  brood, 

That  tempt  their  Maker,  and  their  God. 

5  Thus  faith  the  Lord,  M  How  falfe  they  prove! 
"   F;>rget  my  pow'r,  abufe  my  love  ; 

"  Since  they  defpife  my  reft,  I  fwear, 
"  Their  feet  ihall  never  enter  there." 

6  [Look  back,  my  foul,  with  holy  dread  ; 
And  view  thofe  ancient  rebels  dead  ; 
Attend  the  o^er'd  grace  to  day, 

Nor  lofe  the  blefliags  by  delay. 


PSALMS.  l8l 

7  Seize  the  kind  pfdmife  while  it  waits, 
Atfd  march  to  Ziort's  heav'nly  gatesj 
Belie ve,    and  take  the  promised  reft; 
Obey,  and  be  for  ever  bleis'd  ] 

PSALM  XVC7.  ver.  2,  10,  &c.  Common  Metre. 

Cbrifi's  firji  and  fecond  coming. 

1  CING  to  tj«e  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands, 

Ye  tribes  of  ev'ry  tongue  ; 
His  new  difcover'd  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  fong, 

2  Say  to  the  nations,  Jefus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  ; 
His  pow'r  the  finking  worlds  fuftains, 
And  grace  furrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heav'n  proclaim  the  joyful  day, 

Jov  through  the  earth  be  feeu  ; 
Let  cities  mine  in  bright  array,     ... 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  The  joyous  earth,  the  bending  ikies 

His  glorious  train  difplay  ; 
Ye  mountains  link,  ye  vallies  rile, 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Behold  he  comes,  he  comes  to  blefs 

The  nations  as  their  God  ; 
To  drew  the  world  his  rigbteoyfnefs, 
And  fend  his  truth  abroad. 

6  His  voice  (ball  raire  the  ilumb'ring  dead^ 

And  bid  the  world  draw  near; 
But  how  will  guilty  nations  dread 
To  fee  their  Judge  appear. 

PSALM    XCVII.     As  the  1 13th  Pfaln.lv 
TbeGodoftheGtntiks. 
t  TET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife, 

To  fmg  the  choiceft  pfaln  of  praifc, 
To  fing  and  blefs  Jehoyak's  name i 


?$i  p    S    A    L    M  "S. 

His  glory  let  the  heathens  know, 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  (how, 
And  all  his  laving  works  proclaim. 

2  Theheathens  know  thy  glory,   Lord~ 
The  wond'ring  nations  read  thy  word, 

But  her*  Jehovah's  name  is  known  : 
>Jor  fhallour  worfhip  e'er  be     ai 
To  gods  which  mortal  hands  have  made  ; 

Our  Maker  is  our  God  alone. 

3  He  fram'd  the  globe,  he  built  the  fky, 
He  made  the  ftiining  worlds  on  high,' 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there  ; 
Kis  beams  are  majefty  and  H a h  t  ; 
His  beauties  how  divinely  bright  ! 

His  temple  how  d.vinely  fair  ! 

4  Come,  the  great  day,   the  glorious  hour, 
When  earth  (hall  feel  his  fhving  power, 

And  barb'rous  nations  fear  his  name  ; 
Then  (hall  the  race  of  men  confefs 
The  beauty  of  his  holinefs, 

And  in  his  courts  hi;  grape  proclaim. 

PSALM    XCVII.     ver    r,— 5.     Fh  ft  part. 

Long  Metre- 

Chriji  reigning  inleayef.%   and  coining  to  judg- 

m:;it. 

1  £]E  reigns ;   the  Lord,   the  Saviour  reigns  ! 

Praiie  him  in  ev  .    ; 

Let  the  whole  enrth  in  longs  rejoice. 
And  didant  inlands  join  their  voice. 

2  Deep  are. his  coy-nfete,  and  unknown,  ; 
But  graCe  anjsjl  truth  Purport  !-,is  tnro'ne  ^ 
Th,'  gloom    elai  d  .mound, 
Jnilice  is  r                              nind    ' 

3  In  rob:--  6\  .  >,   :  e  comesj 

Sbak«  ,  a.iticlsavs's  the  tomb a^ 


P     b      A     L.     XVI      »»  ■•  "  .J-  ■ 

Before  him  burns  devouring  fire, 
The  mountains  melt,  the  feas  retire. 
4  His  enemies,   with  fore  di'fmay,. 

Fly  from  the  fight*  and  ffiun  the  day  y 
Then  lift  vonr  Beads,   ye  faints,  On  high, 
And  fing, 'fun  your  redemption's  nigh. 

PSALM  XCVII.   ver.  6,— 9.    Second  part. 

Long  Metre. 

Chrift's  incarnation. 

1  THE  Lord  is  eome  ;   the  heav'ns  proclaim. 

His  birth  ;  the  nations  learn  his  name  % 
An  unknown  ftar  directs  the  road 
Ofeaitern  fages  to  tbeirGod. 

2  All  ye  bright  armies  of  the  fkies, 
Go  worfhip  where  the  Saviour  lies  ; 
Angels  and  kings  before  him  bow, 
Thole  gods,  on  high,  and  gods  below. 

3  Let  idols  totter  to  the  ground, 

And  their  own  worfhippers  confound  ; 

But  Zion  (hall  his  glories  fing, 

And  earth  confers  bei=  fov*reign  King. 

PSALM  XCVII.  Third  part.  Long  Metre. 
Grace  and  glory. 

1  THE  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high 

O'er  all  the  earth,  o'er  all  the  fky  ; 
Through  clouds  and  darknefs  veil  his  ieet,. 
His  dwelling  is  his- mercy  feat. 

2  O,  ve  that  love  his  holy  name, 
Hate  ev'ry  work  of  fin  and  fhame  : 
He  guards  the  fouls  of  all  his  friends,. 
And^from  the  mares  of  hell  defends. 

3  Immortal  light  and  joys  unknown, 
Are  for  his  faints  ta  darknefs  fown  ; 
Tbofe  glorious  feeds  mall  fpring  and  rifer 
And  the  bright;  barvcft  Wsfs  our  eyes. 


I  §4  PSALMS. 

4  Rejoice  ye  righteous,  and  record 
The  facred  honours  of  the  Lord  ; 
None  but  the  fouls  that  feels  his  grace 
Can  triumph  in  his  holinefs. 

PSALM   XCVIL    ver.  3,  5,— 7,  n. 

Common  Metre. 

Chrift's  incirnation,  and  the  Lift  judgment* 

1  LET  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea, 

Rejoice,  the  Saviour  reigns; 
His  word,  like  fire,   prepares  his  way, 
And  mountains  melt  to  plains. 

2  His  prefence  finks  the  proudeft.  hills, 

And  makes  the  vallies  rife  ; 
The  humble  fouls  enj^y  the  fmiles, 
The  haughty  (inner  dies. 

3  The  heav'ns  his  rightful  pow'r  proclaim; 

The  idol  gods  around 
Fill  their  own  worihippers  with  fhame, 
And  totter  to  the  ground. 

4  Adoring  angels  at  his  birth 

Make  the  Redeemer  known  ; 
Thus  fhall  he  come  to  judge  the  earth, 
And  angfeh  guard  his  throne. 

5  His  foe^  fhall  tremble  at  his  fight, 

And  hills  and  feas  retire  : 
His  children  take  then'  unknown  flight, 
And  leave  the  world  in  fire. 

6  The  fee'ds  of  joy  and  glory  fo^vn, 

For  faints  in  d^rknef?  here, 
Shall  rile  and  firing  \,\  worlds  unknown 
And  a  rich  harveft  bear. 

PSALM 

Pr.iife  for  the  gofpcl. 
I    JO  our  al.ni,  !itv  Maker,   God, 
New  honours  be  addrels'd  ; 


PSALMS.  185 

His  great  falvation  fhines  abroad, 
And  makes  the  nations  blefs'd. 

2  To  Abraham  fhft  he  fpoke  the  word, 

And  taught  his  num'rous  race  j 
The  Gentiles  cvn  him  fov'reign  Lord, 
And  learn,  to  truft  his  grace. 

3  Let  the  whole  earth  his  love  proclaim 

With  all  her  dtff'rent  tongues  ; 
And  fpread  the  honor  of  his  name 
In  melody  and  longs. 

PSALM  XCVIIT.  Second  part.  Common  Metre. 

The  lylejfi.ih' s  coming  and  kingdom. 
1    TOY  to  the  world,   the  Lord  is  come  $ 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  : 
Let  ev'ry  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heav'n  and  nature  fing. 
a  Joy  to  the  earth,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
Let  men  their  fongs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods, rocks,  hills,  and  plain's, 
Re  eat  the  founding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  fms  and  forrows  grow, 

Nor  thorns  in  fell  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  bis  blefiings  flow 
Far  as  the  Cnrfe  is  found. 

4  He  rules  the  world  with  truth  and  grace, 

And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteoufnefs, 
And  wonders  of  his  love. 

PSALM   XCIX.    Firftpart.     Short  Metre. 

Cbrifi's  kingdom  nud  majefly, 
I  THE  God  Jehovah  reignsr 
Let  all  the  nations' fear; 
Let  flnners  tremble  at  his  throne, 
And  faints  be  humble  there. 


i$6  PSALMS. 

2  Jefhs  the  Saviour  reign?. 

Let  eai  .  h  adore  its  L.rd  ; 
Brighl  cherubs  his  attendants  fland, 
To  execute  liis  word. 

3  In  Zion  f|anc£  hjs  throne, 

■  Hiu  honour's  ace  dil'inei 
.His  church  mall  make  his  wonders  known, 
For  there  hi;  glories  fhine. 

4  How  holy  k  his  name! 

How  terrible  his  praife! 
Juftice,  truth,  and  judgment  join 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

PSALM    XCIX.    Second  part.  Short  Metre. 
A  holy  God  n-orfljipped  -witb  reverence. 

1  ]?XALT  the  Lord  pur  God, 

And  worfhip  at  his  feet, 
His  nature  is  all  holinefs, 
And  mercy  is  his  feat. 

2  When  Lra'l  was  his  church, 

When  Aaron  was  her  prieft, 
When  Mores  cry'd,.  when  Samuel  pray'd— 
He  gave  his  people  reft. 

3  Oft  he  forgave  their  fins, 

Nor  would  deftroy  their  race  ; 
And  oft  he  made  liis  vengeance  known 
Wh:n  they  abus'd  his  grace. 

4  Exalt  the  Lord  our  God, 

Whofe  grace  is  ft  ill  the  fame  ; 
Still  he's  a  God  ef  holinefs, 
And  jealous  for  his  name. 

P  S  A  L  M  C.  Firft  Metre.    A  plain  tranflatiou. 

Praife  to  our  Creator. 
I    YE  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice 

Before  the  Lordyoa*-  fov'reign  King  r 
Serve  him  with  cheerful  neart  and  voice, 
With  all  your  tongues  his  "lory  fwg. 


PS    A    L    M    S.  187 

The  Lord  is  God  :  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  live  and  breach,  and  being  give  : 
We  are  his  work,   and  not  our  om  n  : 

The  fheep  that  on  his  paftwre  live. 
Enter  his  gates  with  fongs  of  joy, 

With  praifes  to  his  courts  repair  ; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 

To  pav  your  thanks  and  honours  there. 
The  Lord  is  good,   the  Lord  is  kind  : 

Great  is  his  grace  his  jnercy  fure  ; 
And  the  whole  raee  of  man  fhal!  find 

His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 
PSALM   £.     Second  Metre.     A  paraphrafe. 
TgEFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 
Ye  nations,  bow  with  facred  joy; 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone— 

He  can  create,  and  he  deftroy. 
His  fov'reign  pow'r  without  our  aid, 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  form'd  us  men  : 
And  when,  like  wandering  fheep,  we  ftray'd, 

He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 
We  are  his  people  we  his  care, 

Our  fouls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lafting  honours  mall  we  rear, 

Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name  I 
We'll  crowd  thy  gates  w;ith  thankful  fongs, 

High  as  the  heaven  our  voices  raife  : 
And  ea'-th,  with  her  ten  thoufand  tongues, 

Shall  fill  thy  courts  witk  founding  praife. 
;  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command, 

Vaft  as  eternity  thy  love  ! 
Firm  as  a  reck  thy  truth  muilftand, 

When  rollingyears  mallceafe  to  move  ! 

PSALM    CI.     Long  Metre. 
The  magiflrale's  pfulm. 
TVTERCY-aad judgment  are  my  long  ; 
And  a  nee  they  bath  to  thee  belong^ 

SU--   ■ 


lS8  PSALMS. 

Mv  gracious  God,   my  righteous  King, 
To  tnee  my  fongs  and  vows  I  bring. 

2  If   I  am  rais'd  to  bear  the  fword, 
I'll  t«ke  my  co.ur.fel  from  thy  word  ; 
Thy  juftice  and  thy  heav'nlv  grace 
Shall  be  the  pattern  of  my  ways. 

3  Let  wifdpm  all  my  actions  guide, 
And  let  my  God  with  me  ivfide  : 

Ho  wicked  thing  (hall  dwell  with  me, 
Which  may  provoke  thyjealoufy. 

4  No  fons  of  flander,   rage,   and  ftrife, 
Shall  be  companions  of  my  life; 

The  haughty  look,   the  heart  of  pride, 
Within  my  doors  fhai!  ne'er  abide. 

5  [1M1  fedrcti  the  land,   and  raife  the  j oft 
To  polts  of  honour,  wealth,   and  truft  : 
The  men  that  work  thy  holy  will 

Shall  be  my  friends  and  fav'rites  fiill.] 

6  In  vain  (hall  fiuners  hope  to  rife 
By  flatt'iing  or  malicious  lies  ; 
Nor,   while  the  innocent  I  guard, 
Shall  bold  offenders  e'er  be  fpaf'd. 

7  The,  impi'Mis  crew,   (that  facYioiis  band,) 
Shall  hide  their  head*.,  or  quit  the  land  ; 
And  ail  that  break  the  public  re  It, 
Where  I  have  pow'r  Ihall  be  fupprefs'd. 

PSALM    CI.     Common  Metre. 

j4  pfilm  for  j  maft sr  .of  a  fimily. 
j    QF  juitice  and  of  grace  I  fing, 
And  pay  my  God  my  vows, 
Thy  grace  andjultice,  heav'nly  King, 
Teach  me  to  rule  my  houfe. 

2  Now  to  my  tent,   O' God  repair, 
And  make  thyfervant  wife  ; 
I'll  iufter  nothing  near  me  there. 
That  ill  all  offend  thine  eyes. 


PSALMS.  1 8£ 

g  The  man  that  doth  his  neighbour  wrong, 
By  falfehood  or  by  force, 
The  j'cornful  eye,  the  fland'rous  tongue, 
I'll  banimfrom  my  doors. 

4  I'llfeek  the  faithful  and  the  juft, 

And  all  their  help  enjoy  ; 
Thefe  are  the  friends  that  I  mall  trail, 
The  fervants  Til  employ. 

5  The  wretch  that  deals  in  fly  deceit,, 

I'll,  not  endure  a  night  ; 
The  liars  tongue  I  ever  hate, 
And  bat-alb  from  my  fight. 

6  I'll  purge  my  family  around, 

And  make  the  wicked  flee  ; 
So  ihall  my  bouCe  be  ever  found 
A  dwelling  fit  for  thee.. 

PSALM  C1I.  ver.  i,— 1 3,  20,  27 .  Fifth  part.. 
Common  Metre. 
A  prayer  of  the  affli&ed. 

1  HEARrae?  °  God'  nor  hide  thyfaeer 

But  anfwer  left  I  die  : 
Haft  thoti  not  built  a  throne  of  grace,, 
To  hear  when  finners  cry  ? 

2  Like  fmoke  my  wafting  days  depart, 

When  it  diftblves  in  air, 
My  ftrength  is  dried,  my  broken  heast 
I,  finking  in  defpair. 

3  My  fpirits  flag,   like  withered  grafs 

Burnt  with  excefiive  heat  : 
In  fecret  groans  my  minutes  pafs, 

And  I  forget  to  eat. 
4"  As  en  fonie  lonely  building's  top 

The  fparrow  tells  her  moan  : 
Far  from  the  tents  of  joy  and  hope. 

I  fit  an.fi  grieve,  alone.. 


19°  PSALMS. 

5   My  foul  is  like  a  wildernefs, 

Where  beafts  of  Midnight  how!  ; 
Whrr*  the   *<;  raven  folds  he-  place, 
And  where  t;je  ici earning  owl 

6  Dark  difmal  thoffghti  and  b>dmg  fears 

Dwell  in  my  r   . » •, ■  b  1  >d  breaft  ;  ' 
While  fharp  reproaches  wound  fljy  ears, 
Nor  give  my  fpii  it  tefk 

7  My  cup  is  mingled  with  my  woes, 

And  tears  are  my  repaid  ; 
My  daily  bread,  like  aihes,  grows 
Unpleafant  to  my  tafte. 

8  Senfe  can  afford  no  real  joy 

To  fouls  that  feel  thy  frown  ; 
Lord,  'twas  thy  hand  advanced  me  high, 
Thy  hand  hath  caft  me  down. 

9  My  looks  like  withered  leaves  appear;. 

And  life's  declining  light 
Grows  faint,  as  evening  fhadows  are, 
That  vanifh  into  right. 

10  But  thou  for  ever  art  the  fame, 

O  my  eternal  God  ; 
Ages  to  come  mall  know  thy  name, 
And  fpread  thy  works  abroad 

1 1  Thou  wilt  arife,  and  fiiew  thy  face, 

Nor  will  my  Lord  dday, 
Bevond  th*  appointed  hour  of  ^race, 
That  long  expected  day. 

12  H:  hears  his  faints,  he  knows  their  cry, 

And,  by  myfteiious  ways, 
Redeems  the  piis'ners  doom'd  to  die, 
And  fills  their  tongue  with  praife. 

PSALM    CII.    ver.  13,— 21.    Second  part. 

Common  Metre. 
Prayer  heard,  a?i&  Z':or.  nflorcd, 
I   fJ&T  Zim  and  her  fon:»  rejoice—- 
Behold  the  promis'd  hour; 


PSALMS.  Ipl 

Her  God  hath  heard  her  mourning  voice, 
And  comes  t'  exalt  his  pow'r. 

2  Her  dull  and  ruins  that  rema;n, 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 
Thofe  ruins  fhall  be  built  a^ain,  , 

And  all  that  duit  mail  rife. 

3  The  Lord  will  raife  Jerufalen?, 

And  (land  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  fhall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

'4  He  fits  a  fov'reign  on  his  throne, 
With  pity  in  his  eyes  ; 
He'  hears  the  dying  prisoners  groan, 
And  fees  their  fighs  arife. 
5  He  frees  the  foul  condemned  to  death 
And,   when  his  faints  eomplain, 
It  fha'n't  be  faid,  "  That  praying  breath 
"  Was  ever  f^ent  in  vain.'" 
#  This  fhall  be  known  when  we  are  dead, 
And  left  on  long  record  ; 
That  ages  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  truft,  and  praife  the  Lord. 

PSALM  CII.    ver.  23,-28.  Third  part. 

Long  Metre. 

"Man's  mortality,  and  Chri 'ft' s  eternity  ;  or,  Saint: 

die,  but  Cl:rifi  and  the  church  live. 

1  TT  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand 

Weakens  our  ftrength  amidft  the  racs  ; 
Difeafe  and  death,  at  his  command, 
Arreft  us,  and  cut  fhort  our  days. 

2  Spare  us,  O  Lord,   aloud  we  pray, 

Nor  let-  our  fun  go  down  at  noon; 
Thy  years  arc  one  eternal  day, 
And  muft  thy  children  die  fo  foon  ? 

3  Yet,   in  the  nndft'of  death  and  giief, 

This  thought  our  forrows  fhall  aiTuage  ; 


I92  PSALMS. 

"  Onr  Father  and  our  Saviour  live  ; 
"   Chrift  is  the  fame  thro'  ev'ry  age." 

4  'Twas  he  this  earth's  foundations  laid; 

Heav'n  is  the  building  of  his  hand  ; 
This  earth  grows  old, thefe  heav'as  ilia.ll  fade 
And  all  be  chang'd  at  his  command. 

5  The  ftarry  curtains  of  the  fky, 

Like  garments,   mall  be  laid  afide  ; 
But  ftil!  thy  throne  ttands  firm  and  high; 
Thy  church  for  ever  n|urt  abide. 

6  Before  thy  face  thy  church  fhall  live  ; 

And  on  thy  throne  thy  children  reign; 
This  dying  world  fha'.l  they  furvive, 
And  the  dead  faints  be  rais'd  again. 

PSALM   CIII.     ver.  j,— 7.     Firfl  part. 
Long  Metre. 

BleJ/ing  God  for  his  goodnefs  to  foul  and  body.. 

1  BLESS,   O  my  foul,    the  living  God, 

Call  home  thy  thoughts  that  rove  abroad, 
Let  a:l  the  powers  within  me  join 
In  work  and  worlhip  fo  divine. 

2  Blefs,  O  my  foul,   the  God  of  grace;. 
His  favors  claim   the  higheft  praife  ; 
Why  fhould  ungr  ateful  fderce  hide 
The  olefin  gs  which  his  hands  provide  ! 

5  'Tis  he,   my  foul,   that  fent  his  Son 

To  die  for  crimes  which  thou  haft  done  : 
He  owns  the  ranfom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  The  vices  of  the  mind  he  heals, 

And  cures  the  pain  that  nature  feck — 
Redeems  the  foul  from  hell  and  fa.vels 
Our  waiting  life  from  threat  mng  graves. 

5  Our  youth  decay'd,  his  pow'r  repairs;. 
His  mercy  crowns  cur  growing  years; 


P    S   A   L.  M    S»  I93 

-He  fill?  our  hearts  with  ev'ry  good, 

And  fills  our  fouls  with  heav'uly  food. 
6   He  fees  th'  oppreffor  and  th'  opprcfe, 

And  often  gives  the  iurPrer  reft  : 

But  will  his  juftice  more  difpla.y 

In  the  lad  great  rewarding  day. 
i  [His  pow'f  he  fti«w*d  by  Mofes'  hands, 

A  ad  gave  to  Ifra'l  his  commands; 

But  fent  bis  truth  and  mercy  dowa 

To  all  the  nations  by  bis  Son.] 

8   Let  the  whole  earth  bis  pow*r  confefk— * 
Let  the  whole  earth  adore  his  .grace; 
The  Gentile  with  the  Jew  flvall  join 
In  work  and  worfhip  fo  divine. 

PSALM    CTII.    Second  part.    L»ng  Metre. 

God's  gentle  chajlifemeni  ;    c,  'His  tcnier  mt>< 

to  his  people. 

1  T*HE  Lord.,  how  wondrous  are  his  ways  ! 

How  firm  bis  truth  !    how  large  his  grace 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne, 
And  thence  he  makes  his  glories  known. 

2  Not  half  fo  h^  h  his  pow'r  hath  fpread 
The  (tarry  heav'ns  above  our  head, 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praife, 
Exceeds  the  higheft  hopes  we  raife. 

3  Not  half  fo  far  hath  nature  plac'd, 
The  filing  morning  from  the  weft, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  thofe  he  loves. 

4  How  flow  hi?  awful  wrath  to  rife  I 
On  fwifter  wings  falvatioa  flics 
And  if  he  lets  his  anger  born, 
How  foon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ! 

5  Amidfl  his  wrath  companion  fhi. :es ; 
His  ftrokes  are  lighter  than  our  fins  s 

I 


1 94  PSALMS. 

And,  while  his  rod  coneys  his  faints,   , 
His  ear  indulges  their  complaints. 
So  fathers  their  young  Ton-,  chaftjfe, 
With  gentle  hands  &x;d  melting  eyes  ; 
The  ehildren  weep  beneath  the  fmavt, 
And  move  the  pity  of  their  heart, 
p  a  u  s  e.  . 

7  The  mighty  God,  the  wife  and  juft, 
Knows  that  our  frame  is  feeble  duft;  , 
And  will  no  heavy  loads  impofe 
Beyond  the  ftrength  that  he  beftows. 

8  He  knows  hcr.r  foon  our  nature  dies,  „ 
Blade d  by  ey'fy  wind  that  flies, 

Like  grafs  we  fpfing,  and  die  as  loon,  , 
Or  morning  flow'rs  that  fade  at  noon.  - 

9  But  his  eternal  love  is  fure, 

To  all  the  faints,  and  fhall  endure  ; 
From  a;;e  to  age  his  truth  fhall  reigD,  . 
"Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

PSALM    CIII.     ver.  I  ,—7      Firfl:  part. 
Short  Metre. 

Praifeforfpiritual  and  temporal  mercies.  ■■ 
j  QK  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  ! 
Let  all  within  me  join 
And  aid  my  tongue  to  blefs  his  name,  , 
Whjfe  favours  are  diniae. 

2  Oh  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul! 

Nor  Jet  his  mercy  lie 
Forgotten  in  unthankfulnefs,  . 
And  without  praifes  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  fins, 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain, 
;Tis  he  that  heals  thy  ficknefles,  . 
And  makes  thee  young  again. 

4  He  crowns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ranfom/d  from  the  grays  ' 


PS    A    L   M   S.  1 95 

He"  that  redeemed  my  foul  from  hell 
Hath  fov'rcign  pow'r  to  fave. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  fufPrers  reft; 
The  Lord  hath  judgment  for  the  proud, 
And  juftice  for  th*  opprefs'd. 

6  His  wond'rous  works  and  ways 

He  made.by  Mofes  known; 
But  fent  the  world  his  truth  and  grace 
By  his  beloved  Son. 

PSALM    CUT.    ver.  3, — 18.    Second  part. 
Short  Metre. 

A'^unilng  compajjion  of  God  ;  or,  Mercy  in  the 
nudji  of  judgment. 

1  Jy/JY  foul,  repeat  his  praife, 

Whofe  mercies  are  fo  great, 
Whofe  anger  is  fo  flow  to  rife, 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  .God  will  not  always  chide;   . 

And  when  his  ftrokes  are  felt, 
His  ftrokes  are  fewer  than  our  crimes^  , 
And  lighter,  than  our  guilt. 

3  High  as  the  heav'us  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread, 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  higheft  thought*  exceed*  : 

4  His  pow'r  fubdues  our  fins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  eaft  is  from  the  weft,  , 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

5  The  pity  of  the  Lord, 

To  thofe  that  fear  his  name,  , 

Is  fuch  as  tender  parents  feel—'   - 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

6  tHe~fcnows  we  are  but  duft, 

Sqgter'd  with  ev'rv  breath :   : 


I96  PSALM    S. 

His  anger,  like  a  rtfing  wind, 
Can  lend  us  f.vift  ro  death. 

7  Our  days  are  as  the  grafs, 

Or  like  a  morning  flcw'r  ! 
If  one  fharp  blaft:  fweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

8  But  thy  companions,   Lord, 

To  endlefs  years  endure  ; 
And  children's  children  ever  find. 
Thy  words  of  promife  Aire. 

PSALM    CIIL     ver.  19, — 22.     Third  part- 
Short  Metre'. 
Cod's  universal  dominion  ;  or,  Angel  r  praife 
Lord. 

1  'pHE  Lore!,   the  fov'reign  King, 

Hatfc  fi.K'd  his  throne  on  high, 
O'er  all  tr.e  heav'nly  world  he  rules, 
And  all  beneath  the  fky. 

2  Ye  angels,  great  in  might, 

And  fwift  to  do  his  will, 
Elefs  ye  the  Lord,  whofe  voice  ye  hear, 
Whofe  pleafure  ye  fulfil. 

3  Let  the  bright  hofts,  who  wait 

The  orders  of  their  King, 
And  guard  his  churches  when  they  pray, 
Join  in  the  praife  they  fing. 

4  While  all  his  wond'rous  works, 

Through  his  vaft  kingdom,   fhew 
Their  Maker's  glory,   thou,  my  foulr 
Shall  fwg  his  grates  too. 

PSALM    CIV. 
The  olcry  of Goi  in  creai'ion  and  provider.tc. 
1   jy[Y  foul,  thy  great  Creator  praife  ; 

When  cloth'd  in  his  celeftial  rays  ; 
He  in  full  majefty  appears, 
AaU  like  a  robe  his  glory  wear;. 


PSALMS.  lgj 

>Jote,  This  pf.ihn  may  be  fvttg  to  the  txr.c  of  the 
oil  1 1  2tb  or  i  27M  pfiiwy  by  ailing  thcfe  fw» 
seines  to  every  [Lanza — viz. 

Xi  Great  is  the  Lord  !    what  tongue  can  frame 

**  An  equal  honour  to  his  name  I" 

Otkeriv'fe  it  mnjt  be  jrtr.g  its  the  lOOth  pjalttu 

1   The  heav'ns  are  for  his  curtain  fnread  ; 
The  unfatham'd  deep  he  makes  his  bed  ; 
Clouds  are  his  chariot,   when  he  nies 
On  winged  llorms  aerofs  the  ikies. 

3  Angels,  whom  his  own  breath  infpires, 
Hre  mir.ifters  are  Hanrifeg  fires, 

And  iwift  as  thought  their  armies  move 
To  bear  his  vengeance,  er  hts  love. 

4  The  worlds  foundations  by  hi?  hand 
Is  pois'd,  and  mail  forever  fcand  ; 
He  binds  the  ocean  in  his  chain, 
Left  it  Ciould  drown  the  earth  again. 

3  When  earth  was  cover'd  with  a  flood, 
Wbich  high  abive  the  mountains  ftood, 
He  thunder*d,  and  the  ocean  fled, 
Confin'd  to  its  appointed  bed. 
•6  The  fwellin.g  billows  know  their  boun<?, 
And  in  their  channel  walk  their  round;  / 
Refreshing  ilreams  by  fecret  veins, 
Break  from  the  hills,  a*d  drench  the  plains. 

7  He  bids  the  chrvftal  fountains  flow,  ~ 
And  cheer  the  vallies  as  they  go; 

There  gentle  herds  their  thirir  allay, 
And  for  the  Ilreams  wild  affes  bray. 

8  From  pleafant  trees  which  fhade  the  brink. 
The  lark  and  linnet  light  to  drink  ; 
Their  fongs  the  lark  and  linnet  raife, 

And  chide  eur  filence  in  his  praile. 
p  a  u  s  E  the  fuvb 
^  God,  from  his  cloudy  cittern,  pours 
On  the  parch'd  earth  enriching  {how'rsj 


198  P    S    A    L    M  S. 

The  groves,  the  garden,  and  the  held, 
A  thuufand  joyful  blelliags  yield. 

10  He  makes  the  graiTy  food  arife 
And  gives  the  cattle  large  fupplies  ; 
With  herbs,  for  man,  of  various  pow 'r, 
To  nourifh  nature,  and  to  cure. 

1 1  What  noble  fruit  the  vines  produce  ! 
The  olive  yields  a  pleating  juice  ; 

Our  hearts  are  cheer'd  with  gen'rous  wine, 
His  gifts  proclaim  his  love  divine. 

12  His  bounteous  hands  our  table  fpread, 
He  fills  our  cheerful  (tores  with  bread; 
While  food  our  vital  ftrength  imparts, 
Let  daily  praife  infpire  our  hearts. 

pause  the  fecond. 

13  Behold  the  (lately  cedars  fiands, 
llais'd  in  the  forelt  by  bis  handr  ; 
Birds  to  the  boughs  for  fhelter  fly, 
And  builds  their  nefts  fecurc  and  high. 

14  To  craggy  hills  afcends  the  goat  ; 
And  at  the  airy  mountain's  foot 

The  feebler  creatures  make  their  cell- 
He  gives  t'lem  wifdom  where  to  dwell. 

15  He  fets  the  eliding  fun  his  race, 
Appoints  the  moon  to  change  her  face:         • 
And,   when  truck  darknefs  veils  the  day, 
Calls  out  wilo  beads  to  hunt  their  prey. 

16  Fierce  lion,s  lead  their  yenng  abroid. 
And,  roaring,  afk  their  n^eat  from  God  ; 
But  when  the  morning  be  airs  arife, 
The  favage  bead  to  covert  flies. 

17  Then  man  to  daily  labour  goes; 

The  night  was  made  for  man's  repofe  ; 

Sleep  is  thy  gift,  that  fweet  relief 

From  tirefome  toil  and  and  wafting  grief. 
18  How  Orange  thy  works!   how  ereat  thy  fltill ! 

While  ev'ry  land  thy  riches  fill  ; 


PSALMS.  1 99 

'  Thy  wifdom  round  the  world  we  fee, 
This  fpacious  earth  is  full  of  Thee, 

19  Nor  lei's  thy  glories  in  the  deep, 
Where  fifh  in  millions  fwim  and  creep, 
With  wond'ring  motions,  fwift  or  flow, 
Still  wand'ring  in  the  paths  below. 

20  There  mips  divide  their  wat'ry  way, 
And  flocks  of  fcaly  monfters  play  ; 
The  huge  leviathan  rcfides, 

And,  fearlcfs,   fports  amid  the  tides. 

pause  the  third. 

21  Vaft  are  thy  works,    almighty  Lord, 
All  nature  reds  upon  thy  word, 

And  the  whole  race  of  creatures  (lands, 
Waiting  their  portion  from  thy  hands. 

22  While  each  recieves  his  d'uT'rentfood, 
Their  cheerful  looks  pronounce  it  good  : 
Eagles  and  bears,  and  whales  and  worms, 
Rejoice  and  p:aife  in  different  forms. 

23  But  when  thou  hrd?ft  thy  face,   they  mourn* 
And,  dying,   to  their  duft  return  ; 

Both  man  and  beaft  their  fouls  reUgn  ; 
Life,  breath,  and  fpirit,  are  all  thine. 

24.  Yet  thou  canft  breathe  on  duft  again, 
And  fill  the  earth  with  beafts  and  men  ; 
A  word  of  thy  creating  breath 
Repairs  the  waftes-cf  time  and  death. 

25  His  works,   the  wonders  of  his  might, 
Are  honour'd  with  his  own  delight  : 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  wavs  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praife. 

.  26  The  earth  (rands  trembling  at  thy  frroke, 
And  at  thv  torch  the  mountains  fmokc  ; 
Yet  humble  fouls  may  fee  thy  lace, 
And  tell  their  wants  to  fov' reign  grace. 


200  PSALMS. 

27  In  thee  my  hope  and  widies  meet, 
And  make  my  medications  fweet ; 
Thy  praifes  (hall  my  breath  employ, 
'Till  it  expire  in  endlefs  joy. 

28  White  haughty  Tinners  die  accurft, 
Their  g'o-y  buried  with  their  cluft, 
I  to  my  Gad,   my  heav'nly  K'in-, 
Immortal  hallelvjahs  fing. 

PSALM    CV.   Abridged.     Common  Metre. 
God's  conduft  to  Jfrac/,and-tbe  plagues  of  Egypt. 

1  r*lV£.  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name, 

And  tell  the  world  his  grace  ; 
Sound  through  the  earth  his  deeds  of  tame, 
That  all  may  feek  his  i'ace. 

2  His  cov'nant  which  he  kept  in  mind 

For  oum'rous  ages  part, 
To  num'rous  ages  yet  behind 

In  equal  force  mail  lad. 
•3  He  fware  to  Abrah'm  and  his  feed, 

And  made  the  blefGng  fure  : 
Gentiles  the  ancient  promife  read, 

And  find  his  truth  endure. 

4  »«  Thy  issd  (hall  make  all  nations  bled _;" 

Said  the  Almighty  voice, 
il   And  Canaan's  laud  (hall  be  thy  reft, 
"  The  type  of  heav'nly  joys." 

5  [How  large  the  grant !  how  rich  the  grace  ! 

To  give  them  Canaan's  land, 
When  they  were  ftrangers  in  the  place, 
A  fmall  and  feeble  band  ! 

6  Like  pilgrims,  through  the  country  round, 

Securely  they  remov'd  ; 
And  haughty  kings,   that  on  them  frown'/, 
Severely  he  reprov'd. 

7  "  Touch  mine  anointed,  and  mine  arm 

**  Shall  faou  avenge  the  wrong  ; 


p  s  a '  l  M  s.  a'oi 

««iThe  man  that  does  my  prophets  barm,, - 
f*  Shall  know  their  God  is  ftrong." 
8   TAc'w  /<?f  the -ooorl.l  forbear  its  rage, 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear; 
Jfru'l  mttft  live  thro'  ev'ry  age, 
And  be  th'  Almighty's  Care/ 
pause  the   firil.' 
9  When  Pharoah  dar'd  to  vex  the  faints.,  • 
And  thus  provok'd  their  God, 
Moles  was  fent,  at  their  complaints, 
Arm'd  with  his  dreadful  rod. 

.jo  He  call'd  For  davknefs;  darknefs  came, 
Like  an  o'erwheiming  flood  : 
He  turn'd  each  lake,  and  ev'ry  ftreain,  , 
To  lakes  and  dreams  of  blood. 
II  He  save  the  fign,  and  uoifome  flies 
Through  the  whole  country  fpread ;  i 
And  frogs,  in  baneful  armies,  rife 
About  the  monarch's  bed.' 

•12  Thro'  fields,  and  towns,  and  palaces, 

The  tenfold  vengeance  flew  : 
Locusts,  in  fwarms,  devour' d  their  trees?  > 
And  hail  their  cattle  flew. 

1-3  Then,  -by  an  angel's  midnight  ftroke, 
The-  flow'r  of  Egypt  dy'd  ; 
The  ftrength  of  ev'ry  houfe  he  broke,  , 
Their  glory  and  their  pride. 
,1 4  New  let  the  tiidrM  forbear  its  rage, ,. 
Nor  put  the  church  in  fear  ; 
Jfra'i  muff  live  thro'  ev'ry  age,  . 
And-  be  th'  Almighty's  care. 
p  A  us  E  the  fecond. 
-15  Thus  were  the  tribes.from  bondage  freed/, 
And  left  the  hated  ground  ; 
Rich  with  Egyptian  ipoils,  they  fled,  . 
Hqs  was  cms  feeble  found, 


lOI  P    S  A    L   M    S. 

36  The  Lord  lumfelf  chofe  out  their  way, 
And  marked  their  journeys  right, 
Gave  them  a  leading  cloud  by  day, 
A  fi'ry  guide  by  night. 

:i7  They  thirft  ;  and  waters  from  the  rock, 
In  rich  abundance  flow, 
An^L,   following  ltill  the  courfe  they  took, 
Han  all  the  defert  through. 

38  Oh  wond'rous  ftream  !   O  blefled  type 
Of  ever-flowing  grace  ! 
So  Chrift,  our  Hock,  maintains  our  life, 
And  aids  onr  wand'ring  race. 

19  Thus  guarded  by  th'  Almighty  hand, 
The  chofen  tribes  polTeft 
Canaan,  the  rich,  tfee  promised  land, 
And  there  enjoy'd  their  reft. 

2D  Then  let  the  world  far  bear  its  raget 
The  church  renounce  her  fear  ; 
Ifra'l  muft  live  thro*  ev'ry  sigey 
And  be  th*  Almighty's  care. 

PSALM  CV I.     ver.  r,— j.     -Firft  part. 
Long  Metre. 

.Praife  to  God ;  or,  Communication  -with  faints. 

1  Hf  O  God,  the  great,  the  ever  blefs'd, 

Let  longs  of  honour  be  addrefs'd  ; 
His  mercy  firm  for  ever  Hands ; 
Give  him  the  thanks  his  love  demands. 

2  Who  knows  the  wonders  of  thy  ways  I 
Who  fliaU  fulfil  thy  boundlefs  praife  ? 
Bleft  are  the  fools  that  fear  thee  (till, 
And  pay  their  duty  to  thy  wii'. 

.3  Remember  what  thy  mercy  did 
.    For  Jacob's  race,  thy  chofen  feed,; 
And  with  the  fame  falvation  blefs 
The  meaneft  fuppliant  of  thy  grace. 


P    S    A   L   M    S.  2L 

4  O  may  I  fee  thy  tribes  rejoice, 

And  aid  their  triumphs  with  my  voice  J 
This  is  my  glory,  Lord,  to  be 
Join'd  to  thy  faints,  and  near  to  thee. 

PSALM    CVL      ver.  7,2,  12,— i4,   43,— 48. 

Second  part.     Short  Metre. 
Ifrael punt  fie  d  and  pardoned ;  or.  Cod's  ur.change-- 
able  love. 

1  QOD  of  eternal  We, 

How  fickle  are  our  ways  ! 
And  yet  how  oft  did  ifrael  prove 
Thy  confiancy  of  grace  ! 

2  They  faw  thy  wonders  wrought, 

And  then  thy  praife  they  fung  ; 
But  foon  thy  works  of  pow'r  forgot, - 
And  murmured  with  their  tongue. 

3  Now  they  believe  his  word, 

While  rocks  with  rivers  flow  ;  ' 
Now,  with  their  lufts,   provoke  the  Lord, 
And  he  reduced  \hiui  low.  • 

4  Yet,  when  they  mourn'd  their  faults, 

He  hearken' d  to  their  groans, 
Brought  his  own  covenant  to  his  thought.1:  ? 
And  caliM  them  dill  his  fonsl 

5  Their  names  were  in  his  book, 

He  fav'd  them  from  their  foes  ; 
Oft  he  chaftis'd,  but  ne'er  Forfook- 
The  people  that  he  chofe. 

6  Let  Ifra'l  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  lov'd  their  ancient  race  ;  ' 
And  Chriftians  join  the  folemn  word  ' 
Amcn^   to  all  the  praife. 

PSALM    CVIL     Firft  part.     Long  Metre. 
Ifrael  led  to  Canaan,  and  Chriftians  to  heaven, 
1    QJVE  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above  ; 

K-indare  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  Love'; 


2C4  P    S-  A   LM    S. 

His  mercy  ages  part  have  known, 

And  ages  long  to  come  fhall  own. 
2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 

The  wonders  of  his  grace  recoil  ; 
.  Jfra'l,  the  nation  whom  he  chofe, 

And  refcu'd  from  their  mighty  toes. 
3.  [When  God's  own  arm  their  fetters  broke, 

And  freed  them  from  th'  Egyptian  yoke,. 

They  trae'd  the  defert,  g/and'ring  round, 

A  wild  and  folitary  ground. 

4  There  they  could  fix  no  leading  read, 
Nor  city  for  their  fix'd  abode  ; 

Nor  food,  nor  fountain  to  alfuage 
Their  burning  third,  or  hunger's  rage.] 

5  In  their  didrefs  to  God  they  cry'd, 
God  was  their  Saviour  and  their  guide  ; 
He  led  their  wand'ring  march  around, 

And  brought  their  tribes  to  Canaan's  ground. 

6  Thus,  when  our  firft  releafe  we  gain 
From  fin's  old  yoke,  and  Satan's  ehaiu, 
We  have  this  defert  world  to  pafs, 

A  dang'rous  and  a  tirefome  place. 

7  Ne  feeds  and  clothes  us  all.  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footfteps  led  we  ftray, 
H<^  guards  us  with  a  pow'rful  hand, 
And  brings  us  the  heav'nly  land. 

8  6  let  the  faints  with  joy  Record 
The  truth  and  gooduefs  of  the  Lord! 
How  great  his  works  !   how  kind  his  ways* 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  his  praife. 

PSALM    CVIT.    Second  part.    Long  Metre. 
Correction  for  fin,  and  re  leafs  by  prayer. 

1  TTR.OM  age  to  age  exalt  his  name, 

>       God  and  his  grace  are  ftill  the  fame: 
He  fills  the  hungry  foul  with  food 
And  feeds  the  poor  with  ev'ry  good. 


P    S    A    L    M    S.  2€5 

2  But  if  their  hearts  rebel,  and  rife 
Agsrinft  the  God  who  idles  the  fkies, 
If  they  reject  his  heav'nly  word, 
And  flight  the  cov.nfels  of  the  Lord, 

3  He'll  bring  their  fpirits  to  the  ground, 
And  no  deliv'rer  ftiall  be  found  ; 

Laden  with  grief,  they  wade  their  breath 
In  darknefs  and  the  fliades  of  death. 

4  Then  to  the  Lor^  they  raife  their  ciies, 
He  makes  the  dawning  light  arife, 

And  fcatters  all  that  difmal  {hade, 
That  hung  fo  heavy  round  their  head. 

5  He  cuts  the  bars  of  brafs  in  two, 

And  lets  the  fmilins  pris'ners  through; 
Takes  off  the  load  of  guile  and  grief, 
And  gives  the  laboring  foul  relief. 

6  O  may  the  fons  of  men  record 

The  wond'roux  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
How  great  his  works !  how  kind  his  ways!  I 
Let  ev'ry  tongue  pronounce  bis  praife. 

PSALM  CVII.    Third  part.  Long  Metre. 

Intemperance  punijhed  and  pardoned  ;  or,  A 

pfalmfor  the  drunkard  an  A  the  glutton, 

I   yMN  man,  on foolHh  pleasures  bent, 
Prepares  for  his  own  punifhment; 
What  pains,  wtja-t  loathsome  maladies, 
From  luxury  and  luft  arife! 

-2  The  drunkard  feels  his  vitals  wafler 
Yet  drowns  his  health  to  pleare  his  tafte;, 
'Till  all  bis  aftive  pow'rs  are  loft, 
And  fainting  life  draws  near  the  dnur. 

,3  The  glutton  groans,  and  lothes  to  eat. 
Hi-,  foul  abhors  delicious  meat; 
Nature,  with  heavy  loads  opprefs'd, 
.Would.vield  to  death  to  be  releas'^, 


206  PSALMS. 

4  Then  how  the  frighted  Tinners  fly 
To  God  tor  help  with  earrieft  cry  ! 

He  hears  their  groans,  prolongs  their  breath, 
And  fa/el  them  From  approaching  death. 

5  No  med'cines  could  affect  the  cure 
So  quick,  fo  ea!y,  or  fo  fure  ; 
The  deadly  fentence  God  repeals, 

H2  fend;  his  fo'w'rVi'gb  word  and  he&ls. 
O  may  life  fons  of  men  record 
The  wond'rous  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
And  let  their  thankful  off'rings  prove 
How  they  adore  their  Maker's  love. 

PSALM  CVII.  Fourth  part.    Long  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  Jforttis  and  fhipivrecks  \   or, 
The  fcainan's  fong. 

1  "^yOULD  you  behold  the  works  of  God, 

Kis  vo  ider;  in  the  wo;  Id  abroad  ? 
With. the  bold  mariner  furvey 
The 'unknown  regions  of  the  fea. 

2  They  have  their  native  mores  behind, 
And  feize  the  favor  of  the  wind  ; 
'Till  God  command,  and  terhpefes  rife, 
That  heave  the  ocean  to  the  ikies. 

3  Now  to  the  heav'ns  they  mount  amain, 
Now  fink  to  dreadful  deeps  again  ; 
What  ft range  affrights  young  failors  feci, 
And  like  a  ftagg'ring  drunkard  reel  1 

4  When  land  is  far,  and  death  b  nigh, 
Loft 'to  all  hope,  to  God  they  cry  ! 
His  merey  heais  their  loud  addrefs, 
And  fends  falvation  in  diftrefs. 

5  He  bids  the  winds  their  wrath  afiu'age> 
And  ftormy  tempefts  ceafe  to  rage; 
The  gla'dfome  train  their  fears  give  o'er, 
And  hail  with  joy  their  native  iliore. 


P    S    A    L   M    S.  207 

6  O  may  the  Tons  of  rr.cn  record 

The  wond'rous  gondnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 
Let  them  their  private  ofPrings  bring, 
And  in  the  church  his  glory  fmg. 

PSALM  CVH.   Fourth  part.    Common  .Metre. 

The  mariner' s  pj  dm. 
I   THY  works  of  glory,  mrgbty  Lord, 
That  rules  the  frrtift'-rous  fea, 
The  fons  of  courage  fliall  record, 
Who  tempt  that  dang'rous  way. 

7.  At  thy  command  the  winds  arife, 
And  fwell  the  tow'ring  waves  ; 
The  men,  aftonifti'd,  mount  the  fkies, 
Aud  fink  in  gaping  graves. 

3  [Again  they  climb  the  wat'ry  hills, 

And  plunge  in  deeps  agfcin  ; 
Each,  like  a  tott'ring  dnmkard,  reels, 
And  finds  his  courage  vaiu. 

4  Frighted  to  hear  the  tempeit  roar, 

They  pant  with  fluttering  breath, 
And,  b»pelefs  of  the  diftant  more, 
Expeft  immediate  death.] 

5  Then  to  the  Lord  they  raife  their  ciie-s, 

He  hears  their  loud  requeft, 
And  orders  filence  thro'  the  Ikies, 
And  lays  the  floods  to  reft. 

6  Sailors  .rejoice  to  lofe  their  fears, 

And  fee  the  ftorm  allay'd  ; 
Now  to  their  eyes  the  port  appears  ; 
There  let  their  vows  be  paid. 

7  'Tis  God  that  brings  them  fafe  to  land  ; 

Let  ftupid  mortals  know, 
That  waves  are  under  his  command, 
And  all  the  winds  that  blow. 

8  Oh  that,  the  fons,  of  men  voukj  praife  , 

The  goodnefs  of  the  Lord  ! 


2"o8  PSALMS. 

And  thofe  that  feek  thj  wond'rous  ways 
Thy  wond'rous  love  record. 

PSALM    C  VII.    Lad  part.   Long  Metre. 
■Colonics  planted;  or,  N.it:ons  blejfedand  pttnjJhsA. 

1  ^HEN  God,  provok'd  with  daring  crimes, 

Scourges  the  madnefs  of  the  times, 
He  turns  their  fields  to  barren  fand, 
And  dries  the  rivers  from  the  land. 

2  His  word  can  raife  the  fprings  again, 
And  make  the  withered  mountains  green, 
Send  fhow'ry  bleffings  from  the  fkies, 
And  harveits  in  the  defert  rife. 

3  [Where  nothing  dwells  but  beafh  of  prey,  . 
Or  men  as  fieice  and  wild  as  they, 

He  bids  th'  opprefs'd  and  poor  repair, 
And  builds  them  towns  and  cities  there. 
-4  They  few  the  fie!d«,  and  trees  they  plant, 
Whofe  early  fruit  fupplies  their  want  : 
Their  race  grows  up  from  "fruitful  ftocks, . 
Their  wealth  encreafes  with  their  flocRs. 

5  Thus  they  are  blefs'd;   but  if  they  fin, 
He  ltfts  the  heathen  nations  in  ; 

A  favage  crew  invades  their  lands, 
Their  princes  die  by  barb'rous  hands.  - 

6  Their  captive  fons  expos'd  to  fcorn, 
Wander,   enpity'd,  and  forlorn  : 
The  coentry  lies  unfene'd,   untill'd,  , 
And  defolation  fpreads  the  field. 

J'Yet,  if  the  humbled  nation  mourns,  , 
Again  his  dreadful  hand  he  turns ; 
Again  he  makes  their  ciriss  thrive, 
And  bids  the  dying  churches  live.] 

3J:  The  righteous,  with  a  joyful  feofe,  . 
Admire  the  works  of  Providence  ; 
And  tongues  of  athieits  fhall  no  more 
j&lafj>heme  the  Gcd  that  faint*  ader-e-- 


P   S    A    L   M    S.  209 

9  How  few,   with  pious  *are,   record 
Thefe  wond'rous  dealings  of  the  Lord  ! 
But  wife  obfervers  full  fliall  find 
The  Lord  is  holy,  julr,  add  kind. 

PSALM     CVIIT.  Common  Metre. 
KA  fong  of  praife. 

1  AWAKE,  iny  foul,   to  found  his  praife, 

Awake  my  harp  to  fmg  : 
Join  all  my  pow'rs  the  fong  to  raife, 
And  morning  incenfe  bring. 

2  Among  the  people  of  his  care. 

And  thro'  the  nations  round  ; 
Glad  fongs  of  praife  will  I  prepare, 
And  there  his  name  refound. 

3  Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

Above  the  fiarry  train  ; 
Diffufe  thy  heavenly  grace  abroad, 
And  teach  the  world  thy  reign'. 

4  So  mall  thy  chofen  fons  rejoice, 

'     And  throng  thy  courts  above  ; 
While  fume rs  hear  thy  pardoning  voiee, 
And  tafte  redeeming  love. 
PSALM  CIX-  ver,  1,— 5,  3r-  Common  Metre. 
Love  to  enemies  from  the  example  of  Ckrfi/!9 

1  r*  OD  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife, 

Thy  glory  is  my  fong  ; 
Tho'  flnners  fpeak  againft  thy  grace 
With  a  blafpheming  tongue. 

2  When  in  the  form  of  mortal  man, 

Thy  Son  on  earth  was  found, 
With  cruel  flanders,  falfe  and  vain, 
They  compafs'd  him  arond. 

3  Their  raisVies  his  compaffion  move, 

Their  peace  he  ftillpurfu'd  ; 
They  render  hatred  for  his  love} 
And  svil  for  his  good. 


2lO  PSALMS. 

.  4  Their  malice  rag'd  without  a  caufc, 
Yet,  with  his  dying  breath 
He  pray'd  for  murd'rers  on  his  crofs, 
And  blefs'd  his  foes  in  death. 

5  Lord,  (hall  thy  bright  example  mine 

In  vain  before  my  eyes; 

Give  me  a  foul  akin  to  t!)ine, 

To  love  irine  enemies. 

6  The  Lord  fhall  on  my  fide  engage, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  name  •» 

.  I  (hall  defeat  their  pride  and  rage, 
Who  flander  and  condemn. 

PSALM    CX.    Firft  part.    Long  Metre. 
Chrift  exalted,  and  multitudes  converted ;  or, 
The  fticcefs  of  the  gofpcl. 
I   yHUS  God,   th'  eterna!  Father,   fpake 
To  Ch -iit  the  Son  :   0  Afcend  and  lit 
**  At  my  right  hand,  til!  I  fhall  make 
"  Thy  foes  fubmiflive.  at  thy  feet. 
.  2  "  From  Zion  mail  thy  word  proceed  ; 
"  Thy  word,   the  fceptre  in  thy  hand, 
"  Shall  make  the  hearts  of: rebels  bleed, 
"  And  bow  their  wills  to  thy  command. 
3  "  That  day  fhall  fliow  thy  pow'r  \%  -great, 
"  When  faints  lhall  flock  wich  wiHing  minds 
"  And  fmners  crowd  thy  temple  gate, 
"  Where  holinefs  irj  bjauty  fhines." 
4~0  blcfl'ed  pow'r  !   O  glorious  day  ! 
What.  a.  large  vicVry  fhall  enfue  ! 
And  converts,   who  thy  grace  obey, 
Exceed  the  drops  of  moruing  dew. 

PSALM  CX.     Second  part.     Long  Metre. 

The  kingdom  aui  prlcphool  of  Chrifl. 
I   'J/HUS  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  Jea 
Spake  to  his  Son,  and  thus  he  fworc  : 


PSALMS.  2  LI 

-  ««  Eternal  (hall  thy  prjefthocd  be,. 

"  And  change  from  hand  to  hand  no  more. 

2  4<  Aaron. and  all  bis  fonsmuft  die  ; 

"Buteverlafting  life  is  thine, 
"  To  fave  for  ever  thofe  that  fly 

t«  For  refage  from  the  wrath  divine. 

3  "  By  meMelchifedeekjwas  made, 

«'"  On  earth,  a  king  and  prieft  at  once  ; 
<*  And  thou  my  heavenly  Prieft,  (halt  plead, 
"  And  thou,'  my  King,  (halt  rule  my  tons.' 

4  Jem"!,  the  PrienVafcends  his  throne, 

While  couniels  of  eternal  peaee, 
Between  the  Father  and  the  Son, 
Proceed  with  honour  and  fuccefs. 

5  Thro'  the  whole  earth  his  reign  (ball  fpread, 

And  cru(h  the  powers  that  dare  rebel ; 
Then  (hall  he  judge  the  rifing  dead, 
And  fend  the  guilty  world  to  hell. 

6  Though,  while  he  treads  his  glorious  way, 

He  drinks  the  cup  of  threats  and  blood, 
The  ruff 'rings  of  that  dreadful  day 
Shall  bat  advance  him  near  to  God. 
PSALM    CX.     Common  Metre. 
Chrifi's  kingdom  and  priejlhood. 

1  TESUS,  our  Lord,  a'cend  thy  throne, 
•*    And  near  thy  Father  fit; 

In  Zion  dial!  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  fnbmit. 

2  What  wonders  (ball  thy.gofpel  do  ! 

Thy  converts  (hall  fnrpafs 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  fov'reign  grace. 

a  God  hath  pror.ouncM  a  firm  decree, 
Nor  changes  what  he  fwore  : 
«<  Eternal  dial!  thy  priesthood  be, 
«  When  Aaron  is  no  more. 


21*2  PSALMS. 

4  "   Melchifedeck,   that  wondrous  prieft, 

u   That  king  of  high  degree, 
*l  That  holy  roan,   who  Abraham  Weft, 
"  Was  but  a  type  of  thee.1" 

5  JefHS,  our  Prieft,  for  ever  live3 

To  plead  for  us  above  ; 
Jefns,   our  king,  for  ever  gives 
The  bleilings  of  his  love. 

6  G*>d  (hall  exalt  his  glorious  head, 

And  his  high  throne  maintain, 
Shall  ftrike  the  pow'rs  and  princes  dead, 
Who  dare  oppofe  his  reign. 
PSALM  CXI.    Firft  nart.     Common  Metre- 
The  -uiifdom  ef  God  in  his  xuorks. 

1  gONGS  of  immortal  praife  belong 

To  my  almighty  God  ; 
He  has  my  heart,  and  be  my  tongue, 
To  fpread  his  name  abroad. 

2  How  great  the  works  his  hand  has  wrought! 

How  glorious  in  our  fight  i 
And  men  in  every  aje  have  iought 
His  wonders  with  delight 

5  How  fair  and  beaateous  nature's  frame  J 


How  wife  th'  eternal  M 


in  a 


His  co uniels  never  change  the  fcheme 
That  his  firib  thoughts  defign'd. 

4  When  he  redeem'd  his  chofen  fons 

He  fix'd  his  covenant  fure  ; 
The  orders  that  his  lips  pronounce 
To  endlefs  years  endure. 

5  Nature  and  tirae,   and  earth  and  fkies, 

Thy  heav'nly  (kill  proclaim  $ 
What  fhali  we  do  to  make  us  wife, 
Bu6  learn  to  read  thy  name  ! 
*  To  fear  thy  power,  to  truft  tfcy  grace, 
Is  our  divineft  ikiJl  I 


P    S    A    L  M    S.  21  J 

And  he's  the  wife  ft  of  our  raee 
That  heft  obeys  thy  will. 

PSALM  CXI.  Second  parr.  Common  Metre, 
The  perft&ion  of  Cod. 

1  n  RE  AT  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  ra8gb.t 

Demand  cur  nobieil  fongs  J 
Let  his  aiTembled  faints  spite 
Their  harmony  of  tongues. 

2  Great  is  the  mercy  cf  the  Lord, 

He  gives  his  children  food  ; 

And  ever  mindful  of  his  woid, 

He  makes  his  promiie  good. 

3  His  Son,  the  great  Redeemer,  came 

To  feal  his  covenant  fare  : 

Holy  and  rev'rend  is  his  name, 

Hi's  ways  are  jui't  and  ]>ure. 

4  They  that  wor.ld  grow  divinely  wife, 

Muft  with  bis  fear  begin  ; 
Our  faired  proof  of  knowledge  lies 
In  hating  ev'ry  fin. 

PSALM  CXII.     As  the  jigtb  Pfalm. 

The  bUJJlngs  of  the  liberal  mari7 

1  THAT  man  is  blefs'd,  who  ftands  in  awe 

Of  God,  and "  lcv/es  his  facted  law  ; 

His  feed  on  earth  {hall  be  renown'd; 
His  houfe  the  feat  of  wealth  fliall  be, 
An  unexhaufted  treafury,v 

And  with  fucceffive  honours  crown'd. 

2  fits  liberal  favours  he  extends, 
Toibn-.e  he  gives,   to  others  lends; 

A  generous  pity  fills  his  mind  : 
Yet  what  his  charity  impairs, 
He  faves  by  prudence  in  affair?, 

And  thus  he's  juft  to  all  mankind; 


214  PSALM    S.  ^ 

3  His  hands,  while  they  liis  alms  beftow'd, 
His  glory's  future  harveft  fow'd  ; 

The  fwecc  remembrance  of  thejufk 
Like  a  green  root  revives  and  bears 
A  train  of  bleflings  for  his  heirs, 

When  dying  nature  fleeps  in  diift. 

4  Befet  with  threat'nlng  dangers  round 
Unmov'd  (hall  he  maintain  his  ground  ;   ■ 

His  c»nfcience  holds  bis  courage  up  : 
The  foul  that's  fillfd  with  virtue's  Jighr, 
Shines  brighten:  in  affliction's  night ;   . 

And  lees,  in  darknefs,  beams  of  grace, 
p  a  u  s  E. 

5  [111  tidings  never  can  furprife 
His  heart,  that  fix'd  on  God  relies, 

Tho'  waves  and  tempefts  rear  around  : 
Safe  on  a  rock  he  fits  and  fees 
The  fhipwreck  of  hi;  enemies, 

And  all  their  hope  and  glory  drown'd; 
G  The  wicked  fnall  his  triumph  Tee, 
And  gnafh  their  teeth  in  agony, 

To  find  their  expectation  croft  ; 
They  and  their  envy,  pride,  and  fpite, 
Sink  down  to  eve;  lading  night, 

And  all  their  names  in  darknefs  loft.] 
PSALM    CXIL     Long  Metre. 

The  blejfings  of  the  pious  and  charitable.. 

1  rTHRiCE  happy  man,  who  fears  the  Lord, 

Loves  his  commands,  and  trufts  his  word  J 
Honour  and  peace  his  days  attend, 
And  bleffings  to  his  feed  defcend. 

2  CompaJfion  dwells  upon  his  mind, 
To  works  of  mercy  ftill  inclin'd  ;  ; 

.He  lends  the  poor  fome  prefent  aid, 
Or  gives  them  not  to  be  repaid. 

3  When  times  grow  dark,  and  tidings  fpread, 
That  fill  his  neighbours  round  with  dread,  , 


PSA    L  M  S.  -  21 

Kis  heart  is  arm'd  againfr  the  fear, 
For  God,  with  all  his  power,  is  there. 

4  -His  fpirit,  fix'd  upon  the  Lord, 

Draws. heav'nlv  courage  from  his  word 
Amidft  the  darknefs  light  mail  rife, 
To  cheer  his  heart,  and  blefs  his  eyes.  .. 

5  He  hath  difpers'd  his  alms  abroad,* 
His  works  are  frill  before  his  God  : 

His  name    on  earth  mall  long  remain,  . 
While  envious  Tinners  rage  in  vain. 

PSALM    GXII-     Common  Metre. 

Liberality   rewarded. 

1  VIAPPY  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord, 

And  follows  his  commands, 
Who  lends  the  poor  without .reward;  3 
Or  gives  with  liberal  hands. 

2  As  pity  dwells  within  his  bread  ; 

To  all  the  fons  of  need  ; 
So  God  -mail  anfwer  his  requeft  , 
With  bleffings  on  his  feed. 

3  No  evil  tidings  mail  farprffe   ■ 

His  well  eftablilh'd  mind  ; 
His  foul  to  God,  his  refuge,  flies,  , 
And  leaves  his  fears  behind. 
4    In  times  of  danger  and  diftrefs 

Some  beams  of  light  mail  fhine,  , 
To  ftiew  the  world  his  righteoufnefsP  -, 
And  give    him  peace  divine. 

5  His  works  of  piety  and  love  . 
Remain  before  the  Lord; 
Honour  on  earth  and  joys  abore,  . 
Shall  be  hisfure  reward. 

PSALM   CXIII.     Proper  Tune. 
The  tnajefty  and  condefcenfion  of  God.  ■'. 
j   yE  that  delight  'to,  ferve  the  Lord, 

The  honours  of  his  name  record ;  .- 


ivs, 


II  6  PSALMS. 

His  facrecl  name  forever  blcfs  : 
Where'er  the  circling  fun  difpjays 
His  rifing  beams  or  letting  rays, 

Let  lands  and  feas  his  pow'r  confefs. 

2  Not  time  nor  nature's  narrow  rounds, 
Can  give  bis  vaft  dominion  bounds  ; 

The  heav'ns  arc  far  below  bis   height  t 
Let  no  created  greatnefs  dare 
With  our  eternal  God  compare, 

Arm'd  with  his  uncreated  might. 

3  He  bows  his  glorious  bead  to  view 
What,  the  bright  hoit  of  angels  do, 

And  bends  bis  care  to  mortal  things  ; 
Hii  fov'/eign  hand  exalts  the  pour, 
He  takes  the  needy  from  the  door, 

And  feats  them  on  the  throne  of  kings. 

4  When  childlefs  famines  defpair, 
He  fends  the  bleflings  of  an   heir, 

To  rcfcue  their  expiring  name  ; 
The  mother,   with  a  thankful  voice, 
Proclaims  his  praifes  and  her  ioys  ; 

Let  every  age  advance  his  fame. 

PSALM    CXIII.     Long  Metre. 
God  fiver  eign  and  gracious . 
T   yE  Bryants  of  th'  almighty  King, 
In  every  age  bis  prai'es  fing  ; 
Where'er  the  fun  fhall  rife  or  let, 
The  nations  mail  his  praife  repeat. 
,2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  fkv, 
His  throne  ef  glory  ftands  on  high^ 
Nor  time  nor  place  hi-  power  red  rain, 
Nor  bound  his  univerfal  reign. 
3  Which  of  the  fons  of  Adam  dare, 
Orar.i-'.eh  with  their  God  compare  ? 
His  glories  how  divinely  bright  ! 
Who  dwells  in  uncreated  light !"""- 


P    S    A    L    M    S.  217 

4.  Behold  his  love  '•   he  (loops  to  view 
What  faints  above,   and  angels  do  ! 
And  condescends,   yet  more,   to  know 
The  me,in  affairs  of  men  below  ! 
From  dull  and  cottages  oblcure, 
His  grace  exalts  the  humble  poor  ! 
Gives  them  the~hononr  of  His  fons, 
And  fits  thermfor  their  heav'nly  thrones; 

6  [A  word  of  his  creating  voice 

Can.  make  the  barren  ho'ufe  rejoice; 
Tho*  Sarah's  ninety  years  were  p-ait, 
The  promised  feed  is  boat  at  lad. 

7  With  j  >v  the  mother  views  her  ion, 
And  tells  the  wonder;  God  has  done  ; 
Faith  may  prow  ftrong  when  fenfe  defpairs  ; 
If  nature  fails  the  promife  bears.] 

PSAL  M    CXIV.     Lens  Metre. 
Miracles  attending  IfraeV  s  journey. 
I  \^THEN  Ifra'l,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand, 
Left  the  proud  tyrant  and  his  land, 
The  tribes,    with  cheerful   homage,  own 
Their  King,,  and  Judah  was  his  throne. 
2.  Acrofs  the  deep  their  jaJuri^J!  lay  ; 
The  deep  divide;  to  make  them  vav  j 
Jordan  beheld  t h e i r  inarch,   aid  fed. 
With  backward  current.,   to  his  head. 

3  The  mountains  fhook,  like   frighted  {heen— 
Like  lambs,  the  little  hillocks  leap  I 

Not  Sinai  on  her  bafe  could  ftand, 
Confcious  of  fev' reign  poivfr  at  land. 

4  What  pow>  could  make  the  deep  divide — 
Make  Jordan  backward  roll  its  tide  : 
Why  did  ye  leap,   ve   little  hills  \ 

Arid  whence  the  LUeza  tha:  Sinai  feels? 

5  Let  ev'.-y  mountain,  py'ry  flood! 
Retire,   and  knc/,v  tV  approaching  Gc4i 


21 8  P    S    A    L   M    S. 

The  King  of  Ifra'I  ;  fee  him  here  V 
Trejnble,   thou  earth,,  adore  and  fear.. 
*   He  thunders,,  and  all  nature  mourns, 
The  rock  to  ftanding  pools  he  turns  ; 
Flints  lpring  with  fountains,  at  his  word, 
And  fires  and  feas  confeft  the  Lord. 

P  S  A  L  M  CXV.     Firft  Metre. 
The  true  God 'our  refuge  ;_  or,  Idolatry  reprove'd 

I   JSJOT  to  otirfelves,  who  are  but  dud 

Not  To  ourfelves  is  glory  due— - 
Eternal  God,,  thou  only  juft,. 

Thou  only  gracious,,  wife  and  true. 
•2  Difplay  to  earth  thy  dreadful  name  : 

Why  fhoald  a  heathen's  haughty  tongue 
Infult  us,  and  to  raife  our  fhame,      [long? 
Say,.  «  Where's  the  God  you've  ferv'd  i 

3  The  God  we  ferve,  maintainsiiis  throne 

Above  the  clouds,  beyond  the  fkies  ; 
Through  all  the  earth  his  will  is  done, 
He  knows  our  groans,  he  hears  our  cries. 

4  Rut  the  vain  idols  they  adore, 

Arefenfe'efs  fhapes  of  ftone  and  wood  r 
At  beft  a  mafs  of  glitt'ring  ore,. 
A  filver  faint,  or  golden  god . 
3  [With  eyes  and  ears  they  carve  the  head  ; 
Deaf  are  their  ears,,  their  eyes  are  blind  j 
In  vain  are  coftly  offrings  made, 
And  vows-are  fcutter^  in  the  wind. 
6  Their  feet  were  never  made  to  move, 
,,       Nob  hands  to  fave,  when  mortals  pray  ;;; 
Mortals,  that  pay  them  fear  or  love, 
Seem  to  be  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 
G  Ifra'I,  make  the  Lord  thy  hope, 

Thy  help,  thy  refuge,  and  thy  reft  j: 
The  Loid  (hall  build  thy  ruins  up, 
-        the  people  and  the  prieftv 


P    S   A   L    MS..  219 

•8'  The  dead  no  more  can  lpeak  thy  praife— «- 
They  dwell  in  Pilence  in  the  grave  ; 
But  we  fhall  live  to  Ping  thy  grace,-, 
And  tell  the  world  thy  pow'r  to  Pave. 

I.SALM  GXV.    Second  Metre.    As  the  new*- 

tune  of  the  50th  PPalm. 

Idolatry  reproved* 

j   "NJOT  to  our  names,  thou  only  juft  and;true, 

Not  to  our  worthlePs  names  is  glory  d ue  : 

Thy  pow'f  and  grace,  thy  truth  and  Juftice.- 

claim 
Immortal  honours  to  thy  fov'reign  name  ; 
Shine  thro'  the  earth,,  from  he.av'n  thy  bleft 
abode;  [God-?"- 

Nor  let  the  heathens  Pay,  ■"  Where  is  your 
I  Heav'n  is  thine  higher  court  l  there  itands 
thy  throne, 
A/ad  thro'  the  lower  worlds  thy  wilTis  done  : 
God  framed  this  eartt — the  ftarry  heav'ns  he 

Ppread, 
But  fools  adpre  the  gods  their  hands  have  made;. 
The  kneding  croud, with  looks  devout,  behold 
Their  PilverPaviours,  and  their  Paints  of  gold. 
;  [Vain  are  thofe  artful  fa  ape  s  of  eyes  and  ears-—. 
The  molten  image  neither  Pees  nor  hears ; 
Their  hands  are  helpiefs,  nor  their  feet  can 
move,  [nor  love  ; 

They  have  nofpeech,.northought,  nor  pow'r, 
Yetfottifh  mortals  make  their  long  complaints 
To  their  deaf  idols,   and  their  lifelefs  Paints. 

.5.  The  rich  hare  ftatues  well  adorned  wi|h  gold  ;. 
The  poo**,  content  with  gods  of  coforPer  mould, 
"With  tools  of  iron  carve  the  feijjpkefs  ftock, 
Lopt  from  a  tree,  or  broken  from  a  rock, 
people  and  prieft  diive  on  the  Pole mn  trade,, 
And  trufl  the  gods,  that  faw  sand  haijHnej*. 
jnade.  J, 


220  P    S   A    L    M    S- 

5  Be  heav'n  and  ear  1<  anatM  !  JTishardtoi 
Wrich  are-  their  gods,  or  tin 
O  lira'l,  trail  t Lie  Cord  :  he  hears  and  fee 
He  knows  thyforrou  -,.Ar.<\  rfcftorts  thypea< 
His  worfhip  Joes  a  th»u(aod  coirsfortsyieki 
He  is  thy  help,  and  be  tniiKr  heav'nlv  ihie 

6  In  God  we  truft  :  our  impious  foes  in  vai 
Attempt  our  ruin,   and  oppofe  nis  reigi'i  ; 
Had  they  prevailed,  darkuefs  had  cJos'u  t 

days, 

And  death  and  filence  had  forbid  h'n  praifc 
But  we  are  fav'd,  and  Jive  — [*et  fongs  a: 
And  Zion  blefs  the  God  that  built  the  lkie 

PSALM    CXVI.     Firfl;  part.  Common  Met 

Recovery  from  feknefs. 

1  f   Love  the  Lord  :   he  heard  my  cries, 

And  piry'd  ev'ry  groan  ; 
Long  as  1  live,,  when  troubles  rife, 
I'll  halten  to  his  throne. 

2  I  love  the  Lord  :  he  bow' J  his  ear,. 

And  chats 'd  my  fears  awa>  : 

O  let  my  heart  no  more  defpair, 

When  I  have  breath  to  pray. 

3  My  tleih  declined,  fay  Tpiritt fell, 

And  1  drew  near  the  dead, 
■\Vhile  inward  pangs,   and  fears  of  hel!,. 
Peiptescfd  my  wakeful  head. 

4  "  My  God,"  I  cryM,  "  thy  fervant  favr 

-   Thou  ever  good  and  juft  ; 
<<  Thy  p  >w'r  can  refcne  from  the  grave,! 
"   Thy  pow'r  is  all  my  truih" 

3  The  L^rd  hetejd  me  fore  diftrefsM,        > 
He  bade  my  pains  remove  : 
Return,  my  foul,  to  God  thy  reft, 
For  thou  hail  knowa  his  love. 


P    S    A    L    M    S.  221 

My  God  hath  fa*'d  my  fouJ  from  death, 

And  dry'd  toy  falling  tears  : 
Now,  to  his  praifl-  I'll  fpend  my  breath, 

And  my  remaining  years. 

3ALM    CXVI.    ver".  12,  &rc.    Second  park 
-Common  Metre. 

Thanks  for  private  deliverance. 
TTfHAT  fhall  I  render  to  my  God 

For  ail  his  kmdnefs  i&ewn  2 
Mv  feet  mail  vifit  thine  abode,    - 

My  fongs  addrefs  thy  throne. 
Among  the  faint?,   that  fill  thine  houfe, 

My  Git  "lings  Ihall  be  paid; 
There  (hall  my  zeal  perform  the  rows 

My  loul  in  ariguifh  made. 
How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight, 

Thou  evev-bleiferi  G«d  ! 
How  dear  thy  fervants  in  thy  fight  ! 

:io\v  precious  is  their  b'ood  1 
How  happy  all  thy  fervsnts  are  ! 

How  great  thy. grace  to  me  ! 
My  life,  which  thotl  haft  made  thy  care. 

Lord,   I  devote  to  thee. 
Now  I  am  thine,  for  ever  thine, 

Nor  fhali  my  purpofe  move  ; 
Thy  hand  has  loofed  bonds  of  pain, 

And  bound  me  with  thy  Jove. 
Here,  in  thy  courts,  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
kVitnefs,  ye  faints,   who  hear  me  now, 

If  I  fbrfake  the  Lord. 

?  S  A  L  M    CXVII.     Common  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  frsnt  all  n  'lions. 
^Q  ALL  ye  nations,  praife  tks  Lord, 
Lath  with  a  diffVent  tongue  J 


2  2"!  P    S    A    L    M    S. 

In  ev'ry  language  learn  his  word, 
And  let  his  name  be  fang. 
2  His  mercy  reigns  thro'  ev'ry  land  ; 
Proclaim  his  grace  abroad  ; 
For  ever  firm  his  truth  Pnall  ikind*-.- 
Praife  ye  the  faithful  God. 

P  S  A  L  M    GXVIL     Long  Metre, 
r  J7R.OM  all  that  dwell  below  the  fkies 
Let  the  Creator's  praife  arife  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  fung 
Thro'  ev'ry  land,  by  ev'ry  tongue. 

2  Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  woid  : 

-    Thy  praife  (hall  found  from  more  to  fhore? 
'Till  funs  fliall  fet  an  1  rife  no  more. 

PSALM    CXVII,     Short  Metre. 

3  THY  name,  alnsijhty  Lord, 

Shall  found  thro'  diflant  lands  : 
Great  is  thy  grace,  and  fure  thy  word,. 
Thy  truth  for  ever  ftands. 
X  Far  be  thine  honour  fpread, 
And  long  thy  praife  endure, 
'Till  morning  light  and  ev'ning  fhade 
Shall  be  exchang'd  no  more. 

PSALM    CX  VIIT.    ver.  6,— \  5.  Firft  part. 
Common  Metre. 

Deliverance  from  a  tumult,. 

1  THE  Lord  appears  my  helper  now, 

•  Nor  is  my  faith  afraid 
What  all  the  fons  of  earth  can  do, 
Since  heav'n  afford":  its  aid. 

2  'Tis  fafer,  Lord,  to  hope  in  thee, 

And  have  my  God  mv  friend, 
Than  truft  in  men  of  high  degree, 
And  0:1  their  truth  depend. 


P    S    A   L  M    S.  22|. 

?Tis  thro*  the  Lord  my  heart  is  flrong, 

In  him  my  lips  rejoice  ; 
While  his  falvation  is  my  fong, 

How  cheerful  is  my  voice  ! 

Like  angry  bees  they  girt  me  round  ; 

When  God  appears  they  fly: 
So  burning  thorns,  with  crackling  founds 

Make  a  fierce  blaze,  and  die. 
Joy  to  the  faints  and  peace  belongs  : 

The  Lord  protects  their -days  : 
Let  IiVa'l  tune  immortal  fongs 

To  his  almighty  grace* 

'SALM  CXVHI.  ver.  i  7,-2 ! .  Second  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Pitblic  pLraife  for  deliverance  from  death* 
j   T  ORD,    thoii  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry, 
And  refcu'd  from  the  gi^ve  9 
How  ftia'II  he  live. :   (and  none  can  die, 

If  God  refo'lve  to  lave.) 
Thy  praife,  more  conftant  than  before, 

Shall  fill  his  daily  breath ; 
Thy  hand,  that  hath  chaftisM  him  fore, 
Defends  him  'fltfl  from  death. 
;  Open  the  gate  of  Zion  now, 
For  we  fhall.  worfhip  there, 
The  houfe  where  all  the  righteous  go, 
Thy  mercy  to  deelare. 
.  Among  th'  alTemblies  of  thy  faints 
Our  thankful  voice  we  raife  ; 
There  we  have  told  thee  our  complaints, 
.  And  there  we  fpeak  thy  praife. 

SALM    CXVIII.   ver.  2-2,— 23.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 
Clrift  tie  foundation  of  the  church. 
JJEHOLD  tfeeifure  foundation  ftone 
Wbiek  God  in  Zion  lays.. 


224  P    S    A    L    M    S, 

To  build  our  heav'nly  hopes  upon. 

And  his  eternal  praife. 
5  Cbolen  of  God,  to  finners  dear, 

And  faints  adore  the  name, 
They  truft  their  whole  falvation  here., 

Nor  mall  they  fuffer  (hame. 

3  The  fooliih  builders,  foibe  and  prieft, 

RejeJt  it  with  difdain  : 
Firm  on  this  rock  the  church  flaall  reft, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  tho'  the  gates  of  hell  withftood? 

Yet  mud  this  building  ri'e  ; 
'Tib  thy  own  work,  almighty  God, 
And  wond'rou's  in  our  eyes. 

PSALM     CXVIII.    ver.  24,  25,  26. 
Fourth  part.     Common  Metre. 

Hofjjwa;   the  Lord's  daj-;  or,    Chrifi's  refurrec- 

t/on,  and  our  falvation. 
k   T^iilS  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made, 
He  calls  the  hours  his  own  ; 
Let  heav'n  rejoice,   let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praife  furround  the  throne. 
a  To-day  he  rpfe  and  left  the  dead  ; 

And  Satan's  empire  fell : 
.    To-day  the  faints  his  triumph  fpread, 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hoianna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son, 
Help  os,  O  Lord;   defcend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  BleiVd  is  the  Lord,  who  comes  to  men 

With  laeffages  of  grace  ; 
,  Who  domes,  *in  God  the  Father's  name, 
To  fave  our  iinful  race. 

5  Hofanna,  in  the  higheft  Arams 

The  church  o»  earth  can  raife  j 


p    S    A    L    M    S.  WV% 

The  bighefl:  heav'ns,  in  which  he  reigns, 
Shall  give  him  nobler  praife. 

PSALM  CXVIII.  ver.  22,-27.    Short  Metre, 
An  hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day  ;  or,  A  nrw  fang 

of  filvation  by  Gbrift. 
I    CEE  what  a  living  ftone 

The  Dividers  did  refute  ; 
Yet  God  hath  built-bis  church  thereon 
Iivfpite  of  envious  Jews. 
,Z  The  fcribe  and  angry  prieft 
Rejgct  thine  only  Son  ; 
Yet  on  this  R^ck  fhaii  Zion  refr3 
As  the  chief  come i-  ftone. 

3  The  work,  O  Lord,  is  thine, 
And  wond'rons  in  our  eyes  ; 
This  dav  declares  it  all  divine,. 
This  day  did  jefus  rife. 

-4  This  is  the  glorious  day 

That  our  Redeemer  made.; 
Let  us  rejoice,  andiing,  and  pray,-, 
Let  all  the  church  be  glad. 

5  Hofanna  to  the  Kin g- 

Of  David's  royalb'ood  : 
Blefs  him,  ye  faints,  he  comes  to  bring. 
Salvation  from  your  God. 

:6  Ws.  blefs  thine  holy  word, 

Which  all  this  grace  airplays  5; 
And  offer  on  thine  altar,    Lord;,, 
Our  facrifice  of  praife. 

?PS A LM  CXVIII-    ver.  22,— 27.   Long  Metre- 
,An  hofanna  for  the  Lord's  day  ;  or,  A  new  fong* 

of  falvation  by  'drift. 
•V  TO,  what  a  glorious  Corner-ltone- 
■The  Jewifli  builders  did  refute  J ! 
K  2. 


22X>  PSALM    S. 

But  God  hath  built  his  church  thereon 
In  fpite-of  envy,  and  the  Jews.       '  % 
.2  Great  God,  the  work  is  all  divine, 
J  he  joy  and  wonder  of  our  eves  ; 
This  13  the  day  that  proves  it  thine, 
The  day  that  faw  our  Saviour  rife. 

3  Sinners  rejoice,  and  faints  be  gla*} ;  " 

Hofanna,  let  his  name  be  blefs'd  ; 
A  thoufand  honours  on  his  head, 

With  peace,  and  light,  and  Slory  reft  : 

4  In  God's  own  name  he  comes  to  bring 

Salvation  to  our  dying  race; 
ier  the  whole  earth  addrefs  their  King 
With  hearts  of  joy,  and  fobgs  of  praife. 

I  have  collected  and  difpofed  of  the  moft  ufe- 
iut  verfes  ot  the  cxixth  Pfalm  under  eighteen- 
tliherent  heads,  and  formed  a  divine  for.g  upon- 
eaca  of  them.  But  the  verfes  are  much  tranf- 
poied     to  attain  fome  degree  of  connection. 

In  fome  places  among  the  words  taw,  com- 
winds,  jud* mints,  tcjlimtnics,  I  have  uiedoof- 
fel,  word,  truth,  grace,  Promt fes. .&c.*as  more 
agreeable  to  the  New-Teftament,  and  the  com- 
mon language  of  Cbriftians,  and  it  equally  an- 
Jwers  the  defign  of  the  Pfalmift,  which  was  to 
recommend  the  holy  Scripture. 
j 

PSALM  CXIX.    Firft  part.  Common  Metre. 
The  blefrdnefs  of  faints,  and  the  mifery  of  finners. 

Ver.   i,  2,  J. 
*   J$LESS-D  are  the  undehTd  in  heart, 
Whofe  ways  are  right  and  clean; 

Who  never  from  thy  law  depart, 
But  fly  from  ev'ry  fin. 

Z  Slefs'd  are  the  men  that  keep  thy  word, 
And  praftiie  thy  command; 


P    S    A    L    M    S*  11J 

With  their  whole  heart  they  feek  the  Lord, 
And  ferve  him  with  their  hands. 
Ver.  165. 

3  Great  is  their  peace  who  love  thy  law; 

How  firm  their  fouls  abide  ! 
Nor  can  a  bold  temptation  draw 
Their  fteady  feet  afide. 
Ver.  6. 

4  Then  (hall  my  heart  have  inward  joy,. 

And  keep  my  face  from  fhame, 
While  all  thy  ftatr.tes  I  obey, 
And  honour  all  thv  name. 
Ver    21,  118. 
f:  But  haughty  fmners  God  Will  hate.,. 
The  proud  fhali  die  accurs'd  ; 
The  ions  of  falfehood  and  deceit 
Are  trodden  to  the  du{t. 
Ver.  1  19,   1  55- 
4>  Vile  as  the  drofs  the  wicked  are.: 
And  thofe  that  leave  thy  ways: 
Shall  fee  falvation  from  afar, 
But  never  tafte  thy  grace. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Second  part. 

Secret  devoihn  and  fpirittuxlmindednefs  ;  er^ 

■Conjlant  converfc  with  God. 

Ver.   t47,  55- 

1  T'O  thee,    before  the  dawning  light, 

My  gracious  God,   I  prav  ; 
I  meditate  thy  nam?  by  night, 
And  keep  thy  law  by  day. 
Ver.   8f- 

2  My  fpirit  faints  to  fee  thy  graee, 

Thy  prornire  bears  nie  up  ; 
An«?,   while  faivation  long  delays,- 
Thy  word  fuoports  rr.y  hope. 
'  Ver.  164. 

3  Sev'n  times  a  day  I  lift  my  lands, 

And  pay  rny  thanks  to  thee  \ 


^28  T>    S    A    L    M    S. 

Thr  righteous  providence  demands 
Repeated  praife  from  me. 
Ver.  62. 
4  When  midnight  darknefs  veils  the  fkip« 
call  thy  works  to  mind  ; 
My  thoughts  in  warm  devotion  rife 
And  fweet  acceptance  find. 

PSALM    CXIX.      Third  part. 

TrvfcJJlonofp,,:ccrith  repentance,  and  obedient ■,. 

Ver.    57,  60. 

1  J'HOU  art  my  portion,    O  my  God; 

Soon  as  I  know  thy  way, 
My  heart  makes  hafte  t'  obey  thy  word 
And  furFers  no  delay. 

,     T      L      ,        l  Ven      r3'    I4- 

2  I  chuie  the  path  of  heavenly  truth, 

And  glory  in  my  choice  : 

Not  all  the  riches  of  the  earth 

Could  make  me  fo  rejoice. 

3  The  teftimonies  of  thy  grace, 

I  fet  before  mine  eyes; 
Thence  I  derive  my  daily  flrength, 
And  there  my  comfcrt  lies. 
Ver.  59. 
\  If  once  I  wander  from  thy  path, 
I  think  upon  my  ways, 
Then  turn  my  feet  to  thy  commands, 
Acdd  truft  thy  pard'ning  grace. 
Ver.   94,  ii2. 
Now  r  am  thine,  for  ever  thine 

O  fave  thy  fervant,   Lord, 
Thou  art  my  fhield,  my  hiding  place  ; 
My  hope  is  in  thy  word. 
Ver.  1  12. 
Thow  haft  inclined  this  heart  of  mine 

Thy  ftatutes  to  fulfil ; 
And  thus'   till  mortal  life  mall  end, 
Would  I  perforni  thy  will. 


PSALMS.  229. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fourth  part. 

Injiruff  ion  from  fcrip  ture. 
Ver.   9. 
:   t|OW  fb.3.11  the  young  lecure  their  hearts. 
And  guard  their  lives  from  fin  ? 
Thy  word  the  choiceft  rules  imparts 
To  keep  the  confcience  clean. 
Ver.  130. 
2  When  once  it  enters  te  the  mind, 
It  fpreads  fuch  life  abroad, 
The  meaneft  fouls  inftruftion  find, 
And  raife  their. thoughts  to  God. 
Ver.    105. 
-3  'Tis  like  tht  fun,  a  heavenly  light, 
That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And,   through  the  dangers  of  the  nighty 
A  lamp  to  lead  cur  way. 
,         Ver.  99,  100. 

4  The  men  that  keep  thy  law  with  care? 

And  meditate  thy  word, 
Grow  wifer  than  their  teachers  are, 
And  better  know  the  Lord. 
Ver.  104,  113. 

5  Thy  precepts  make  me  trwly  wife  ; 

I  hate  the  finners  road  ; 
I  hate  my  own  vain  thoughts  that  rife3  ' 
But  love  thy  law,  my  God. 
Ver.   89,92,  9>- 

6  [The  ftarry  heav'ns  thy  rule  obey, 

The  earth  maintains  her  place! 
And  thefe,  thy  fervants,  j^ght  and  dayr 
Thy  Ikill  and  pow'r  exprefs. 

7  But  It  ill  thy  law  and  gofpel,  Lord, 

Have  leflons  more  divine  ; 
Not  earth  itands  finper  than  thy  word, 
Nor  liars  fo  nobly  fhine»] 


-3°  MUMS. 

&  vu         7-er-  ,<p'  ,43'9,  119. 
«  Thy  word  is  eve-Jailing  truth, 
How  pure  in  ev'ry  page  ! 
Thy  holy  book  fliall  guide  our  voatb, 
And  well  fupport  our  age. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fifth  part. 
Delight  inferipture;  or,  The  word  of  G 9+ 
dwe.iing  in  us. 
1        Ver.  97. 
1    O  HOW  Hove  thy  holy  law  1 
'Tis  daily  my  delight : 
And  thence  my  meditations  draw 
Divine  advice  by  night. 
Ver.  148. 
3   My  wakiig  eyes  prevent  the  day 
To  meditate  thy  word  : 
My  foul  with  longing  melts  awav 
To  hear  thy  gofpel,  Lord.        '  ' 
Ver.  3,  13,  54. 

3  Thy  heav'nly  words  my  heart  engage i 

And  well  employ  my  tongue  ! 
And,   in  my  tirefome  pilgrimage 
Yields  mo  a  heav'nly  fnng. 
Ver.   19,  103. 

4  Am  I  a  ftranp.er,  or  at  home, 

'Tis  my  perpetual  feaft  ; 
Not  honey  dropping  from  the  c«mb 
So  much  allures  the  tafte. 
Ver.   72,  j  27. 

5  No  treafure*  fo  enrich  the  mind  ; 

Nor  mall  thy  word  be  fold 
For  loads  of  f;.-er  well  refcVd, 
Nor  heaps  of  choicsft  gbli. 
Ver.  28,49.  175- 
fc  When  nature  finks,  and  fpirits  droop, 
Thy  prpmifes  of  gr,ace 
Are  pillars  to  fnppnrt  my  hope, 
And  thene  I  write  thy  praife. 


PSALMS.  23I 

PSALM   CXIX.     Sixth  part. 

Holincfs  and  comfort  from  the  -word. 
Ver.    128. 

3  TORD,  I  eftcem  thy  judgments  right, 

And  all  thy  ftatutes  juft  ; 
Thence  I  maintain  a  conftant  fight 
With  ev'ry  flattering  lull. 
Vet-,   97,  9. 
2  Thy  precepts  often  I  forvey  : 
I  keep  thy  law  in  fight, 
Through  all  the  bufraefs  of  the  day, 
To  form  my  actions  right. 
Ver.  62. 
3,  My  heart,  in  midnight  fitence,  cries, 
*«  How  fweet  thy  comforts  be  !7r 
My  thoughts  in  holy  wonder  rile, 
And  bring  their  thanks  to  thee. 
Ver.    162 

4  And  when  my  fpirit  drinks  her  nil 

At  feme  good  word  of  thine, 
Not  mighty  men  that  fhare  the  {poll, 
Have  joys  compared  to  mine. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Seventh  part. 
Imperfection  <rf 'nztvrt '\and perfs dion  offcripture 
Ver.  96.  paraprafed. 

1  LET  all  the  Heathen  writers  join 

To  form  one  perfect  book  ; 
Gteat  God,  if  once  compared  with  thine^ 
How  mean  their  writings  look  1 

2  Not  the  mod  perfect  rules  they  gave 

Could  fhew  one  fin  forgiv'n, 
Nor  lead  a  ftep  bevond  the  g^ave  ; 
But  thine -conducts  to  heav'n. 

3  I've  feen  an  end  to  what  we  call 

Perfection  He  re  below  ; 
How  fhort  the  po.w'is  of  nature  fajL 
And  scan  no  farther  go. 


2J2  PSALMS. 

4  Yet  men  would  fain  be  juft  with  God, 

By  works  their  hands  have  wrougbtV 
But  thy  commands,  exceeding  broad, 
Extend  to  ev'ry  thought. 

5  Iu  vain  we  boaft  perfection  here, 

While  fin  detiles  our  frame, 
And  finks  our  virtues  down  fo  far, 

They  fcarce  deferves  the  name. 
(>    Our  faith  and  love,  and  ev'ry  grace 

Full  far  below  thy  word  ; 
But  perf'ecl  truth  and  nghteoufnefs 

Dwell  only  with  the  Lord. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Eighth  part. 

The  excellency  and  variety  of  fcripture. 

Ver.  111.   paraphrased. 

1  LORD,  I  have  made  thy- word  my  choice 

My  lading  heritage  ? 
There  fnall  my  nobleft  powers  rejoice, 
My  warmeft  thoughts  engage. 
-2.  I'll  rc3d  the  hjft'ries  of  thy  love, , 
And  keep  tfey  laws  in  fight, 
While  through  the  promifes  I  rove, 
With  ever-frefh  delight. 

2  'Tis  a  broad  land  of  wealth  unknown,, 

Where  fp.  iugs  of  life  arife, 
Seeris  of  immortal  blifs  are  ibwn, 
And  hidden  glory  lies. 
4  The  belt  relief  that  mourners  have,  . 
It  makes  our  forrows  blefs'd  ; 
Our  feireft  hope  beyond  the  grave, 
And  our  eternal  reft. 

PSA  L  M    CXIX-     Ninth  part, 

Deftre  of  knowledge. 
Ver.  64,  68,  18. 
pi  *JHY  mercy  fills  the  earth,  O  Lord,, 
How  good  thy  works  appear  1 


PSALMS.  C33 

•Open  my  eyes  to  read  thy  word, 
'And  fee  thy  wonders  there. 
Ver.  73,    ,25  • 
!  Mv  heart  was  lafhion'd  by  thy  hand, 
My  fervice  js  thy  due, 
O  1   make  thy  fervant  underitand 
The  duties  I  m.uft  do. 
Ver.  1-9. 
i  Since  I'm  a  ftrimger  herebelsw, 
Thy  path  O  !  do  not  hide  ; 
But  mark  the  road  my  feet  mould  go, 
And  be  my  eonftant  guide. 
Ver.  26. 

4  When  I  confefs'd  my  wand'ring  ways, 

Thou  beard'd  my  low)  complain .; 
Grant  rue  the  teachings  of  thy  grace, 
Or  I  mail  it  ray  again. 

Ver.  33,  iff. 

5  If  God  to  me  his  ftatktes  (hew, 

And  heav'nly  truth  impart, 
His  work  for  ever  Til  purine, 
His  law  (hall  rule  my  heart. 
Ver.  50,    7  1. 

6  This  was  my  comfort  when  I  bore 

Variety  of  grief  4 
It  made  me  learn  thy  word  the  more. 
And  fly  to  that  relief. 
Ver.  ft. 
7  [In  vain  the  proud  deride  me  now -4 
I'll  ne'er  forget  thy  law, 
;Nor  let  that  bieiled  goipel  go, 
Whence  ail  my  hopes  I  draw. 
Ver.  27,    17-1. 
g  When  I  have  learn' d  my  Father's  will, 
I'll  teach  the  .rorld  bis  ways  : 
My  thankful  lips,   inipir'd  with  zeal, 
Shall  fing  aloud  his  praife.J 


"2^4  PSALM    S. 

PSALM    CXIX.    Tenth  part. 

Pleading  the  promifes. 

Ver.  38,   49- 

1  JJEHOLD  thy  waiting  fervanr,  Lord, 

Devoted  to  thy  fear  ; 
Remember  and  confirm  thy  word, 
For  all  my  hopes  are  there. 
Ver.  41-,   58,    107. 

2  Haft  thou  not  fent  falvatiou  down, 

And  promised  qirek'ning  grace? 
Doth  not  ray  heart  addrefs  thy  throne  ! 
And  yet  thy  love  delays. 
Ver.  123,  42. 

3  Mine  eyesToi'  thy  falvation  fail ; 

O  bear  thy  iervant  up  ; 
Nor  let  the  fcoffing  Jips  prevail, 
Who  dare  reproach  my  hope. 
Ver  49,  l-\. 

4  DidJl  thou  roi  raife  my  l'arth, .  O  Lord  ? 

Then  let  thy  truth  appear  :    ' 
Saints  fhall  rejoice  in  my  reward, 
And  truilaswell  as  fear. 

PSALM    CXIX-     Eleventhpart. 
Breathing  after  holinefs. 

Ver.  5,   33- 
j   Q  That  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways 
To  keep  his  ftatutes  (till  ! 
O  that  my  God  would  grant  me  grace 
To  know  and  do  his  will. 
Ver.  29. 

2  O  fend  thy  Spirit  down  to  wjlte 

Thy  law  upon  my  heart ! 
Nor  let  my  tongue  indulge  deceit, 
Nor  act  the  liar's  part. 
\er.  37,  3". 

3  From  vanity  turn  nit  my  eyes  ; 

tet  no  corrupt  deflgn, 


P    S  A   L  M  'St  2<; 

Nftr  covetous  defires,  arife 
Within  this  foul  of  mine. 
Ver.  r33, 

4  Order  my  footfteps  by  thy  word, 

And  make  my  heart  fineete  ; 
Let  fin  have  no  dominion,  Lord, 
But  keep  myeonicience  clear. 
Ver.  176. 

5  My  foul  hath  gone  too  far  aftray,. 

My  feet  too  oftenilip  ; 
Yet  fince  1  keep  in  mind  thy  way, 
Reftoie  thy  vraad'ring  fheep. 
Ver.  35. 

6  Make  me  to  walk  in  thy  commands, 

'  Tis  a  delightful  road  ; 
Nor  let  my  head,  or  heart,  or  hands, 
Offend  againft  my  God. 

PSALM    GX1X.     T%velfth  part. 

Breathing  after  comfort  and  deliveranc-ei 

Ver.  153. 

1  ]\|Y  God,,  confder  my  diftrefs, 

Let  mercy  plead  my  caufe  ; 
Though  fhave  finn'd  againft  thy  grace^, 
.    I  ne'er  forgot  thy  laws. 

Ver  39,   1 16. 

2  Forbid,  forbid  the  (harp  reproach, 

Which  I  fo  jufi.lv  fea'  ; 
Uphold  my  life,  uphold  my  hopes,. 
Nor  let  rry  fname  appear. 
'  Ver.   '22,*  135. 

3  Be  thou  a  furety,   Lord,   for  me,. 

Nor  let  the  pYoud  opprefs  ; 
But  n'ake  thy  waiting,  fervant  fee.- 
The  fhinings  of  thvface. 
Ver.'  8r, 

4  My  eyes  with  e^ffeAati'on  fail, 

Mv  heart  wit:  in  nie  c\  jes, 
"  When  will  the  Lord  hi    tv"i-fti  fulfil^. 
tl  And  bid  mv  comforts  ri:e  V 


236  PSALMS. 

Ver.  132. 
■■§   Look  down  upon  my  furrows,   Lord, 
And  (how  ihy  grace  the  fame, 
Thy  tender  mercie  .  ili'i  ahford 
To  thofe  that  love  thy  name. 

FSAL  M     CXIX.     Thirteenth  rarf. 
Holjftar,  and  tendernefs  of  ionfeience. 
Ver.  io. 
I   *^y  ITH  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face, 
O  let  me  never  ftray 
From  thy  commands,  O  God  of  grace, 
Nor  tread  the  Turner's  way. 
Ver.  1  i. 
.£   Thy  word  I've  plac'd  withi'i  my  heart, 
To  k?ep  my  conscience  clean, 
And  be  an  everlainog  guard 
From  ev'ry  riling  fin. 

Ver.^i  53,   i53. 

3  I'm  a  companion  of  the  faincs, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord  ; 
My  forrows  rife,  my  nature  taints, 
When  men  tranfgrefs  thy  word. 
Ver.  161,    1 63. 

4  While  finners  do  thy  gof  el  wrong, 

My  fpirit  ftands  in  awe  ; 
My  foul  abhors  a  lying  tongue, 
But  loves  thy  righteous  law. 
Ver.  16  r,    1 20. 

5  Mv  heart  with  facred  rev'rence  hears 

The  threat'n.ings  of  thy  word  ; 
My  flefh  with  holy  trembling  fears 
The  judgment?  of  the  Lord. 
Ver.  i64,   174. 

6  My  God,  I  loBg,  I  hope,  I  wait, 

For  thy  falvation  It  ill  ; 
While  thy  whole  law  is  my  delight, 
And  I  obsy  thy  will. 


PSALMS.  237 

PSALM     CXIX.     Fourteenth  part. 
Benefit  of  affii&ifh*?i  an!  f-ij.pcrt  under  them. 
Ver.  15?,   81,  82. 

1  pONSiDER  ail  my  sorrows,    Lord,. 

And  thy'deliv'Tance  fend  ; 
Mv  Tou'i  For  tuy  falvatipii  f ;-ts? 
When .  will  my  troubjeS  end  ? 
Vet    71. 

2  Yet  I  have  fourrd  *M3  good  for  me 

To  ber.r  my  F'Me  ''  rod  5 
ASiiwioiis  make  sue  iearh  thy  law,. 
Arid  live  upi;n  v.\y  God. 
Ver.  50. 

3  This  is  the  comfort  1  enjoy, 

When  ne-.   diftrefs  Vkgfris', 
I  read  fby  word,  I  nip  t'hS  way, 
And  bate  bi'v  for  me    fins. 
Ver.  92. 

4  Had  --ot  thy  Swottf  been  my  delight 

When  e;- \  tblj  joys  were  fled, 
My  r'>ul,  opj  refs'B  with  fonows  weighty. 
Mad  funk  p.aonoft  the  dead. 
Ver.  7  5- 
5.  I  know  tbvjt1.d5reeJ1.ts,    Lo"d,  are  right,. 
Though  the>  may.feem  »everc  ; 
The  fharpeft/fu^'riHSS  T  eftSrire 
Flow  from  thy  FaftrVfuj  en  re. 
Ver.  67. 
6  Before  I  knew  thy  chaiVninjT  rod, 
P»lv  feaft  were  apt  to  ;-    jy  ,    . 
But  now  1  learn  to  keep  fhy  word, 
Nor  zander  from  thy  way. 

PSALM    CXIX.     Fifteenth parfc. 

Holy  refohttiohs. 

Ver.  93. 

1  O  TVafc  i&y  ftatute^  ev'ry  ''•°'lir 
Might  dwell  upon  my  mind  '. 


238  P    S.  A    L   M    S. 

Thence  I  derive  a  quick'ning  pow'r, 
And  daily  peace  1  find. 

V*T.   15,    16. 

2  To  meditate  thy  precepts,   Lord, 
Shall  be  my  fweet  employ  ; 
My  foul  fhall  ne'er  forget  thy  word, 
Thy  word  is  all  my  joy. 
Ver.  32: 

3.  How  would  I  run  in  thy  commands, 

If  thou  my  heart  discharge 
From  fin  and  Satan'5  hateful  chains 
And  let  my  feet  at  large  : 
Ver.  1  3,   /r6-. 

4.  My  lips  with  courage  fhall  declare 

Thy  ftatutes  and  thy  name  ; 
I    I'll  fpeak  thy  word  tho'  kings  lhould  hear 
Nor  yield  to  finful  fiiame. 
Ver-  61,  69,   70s 
L.  et  bands  of  perfecutors  rife 
To  rob  me  of  my  right; 
Let  pride  and  malice  forge  their  lies ;■ 
Thy  law  is  my  delight. 
Ver.  1 15. 
6  Depart  from  me,  ye  wicked  race, 
Whofe  hands  and  hearts  are  ill  : 
Xlove  my  God,  I  love  his  ways, 
And  mud  obey  his  will. 

PSAL M-  CXIX.     Sixteenth  part. . 
A  prayer  of  quickening  grace. 
Ver.  25,  37. 
l   A/[Y  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  ;: 
Lord,  give  me  life  divine  ; 
From  vain  defires,  and  ev'ry  lufly 
Turn  offthefc  eyes  of  mine. 
X  I  need  the  influence  of  thy  grace 
To  fpeed  roe  in  thy  way, 
Left  I  fhould  loiter  in  my  race, 
•Or  turn  uiy  feet  aftray. 


F  5    A   L   M    SV  239 

v*cr.  107. 

3  When  fore  affiiiftions  pref's  me  down,, 

I  need  thy  quick'ning  pow'rs  ; 
Thy  word,  that  I  have  refted  on, 
Shall  help  my  heavieft  hours. 
Var.  156,  40. 

4  Are  not  thy  mercies  foreign  Hilly. 

And  thou  a  faithful  God  ? 
Wilt  thou  not  grant  me  warmer  zeal:' 
To  riro  the  heav'nly  road  ? 
V-er.  159,  40* 
5.  Does  not  my  heart  thy  precepts  lovej. 
And  long  to  fee  thy  face  ?• 
And  yet  how  flow  my  fpirits  move. 
Without  enlivening  grace  ! 
Ver.  93 
6  Then  fhall  2  love  thy  gofpel  more,. 
And  ne'er  forget  thy  word,' 
When  I  have  felt  its  quickening pow'r* 
To  draw  me  near  the  Lord. 

1SALM  CXIX.  Seventeenth  part.  Long  Metre. 
Grace  jhining  i?i  difficulties  and  trials, 
Ver.  143,.  28V 
I:  "^THEN  pain  and  auguifh:  feize  me,  Lord3, 
All  mv  fupport  is  from  thy  word  ? 
My  foul  diflblves  for  heavinefs  ;: 
Uphold  me  with  thy  ftrength'ning  grace. 
Ver.  51,  69,    110. 
X  The  proud  have  fram/d  their  feoffs  and  lies5 
They  watch  my  feet  with euvious  eyes,w 
They  tempt  my  foul  to  fnares  and  fiu  ;, 
Yet  thy  commands  I  ne'er  decline. 
Yer.  i6i,  67. 
31  They  hate  me,  Lord,  without  a  caufej, 
They  hate  to  fee  me  love  thy  laws  ; 
-But  I  will  truft  and  fear  thy  name, 
'5Ci U. pride  and  malice  die.  with  iharae* 


•enj.©  p  s  a  l  m-  s.. 

PS  ALM  CXIX.     Laft  part. 

SanfliJtcB  ojfefiion's  ;  or,  Delight  in  the  ivora 

of  God. 

Vcr.   67,50. 

1  JTATHER,  I  blefs  thy  gentle  hand  ; 

H©w  kind  was  thy  chaftifmg  rod, 
That  forc'd  my  confcicnce  to  a  (land, 
And  brought  my  wanjd'ring  foul  to  God  I 

2  Foolifh  and  vain,  I  went  aftray, 

Ere  I  had  fil':  thy  fcourges,  Lord, 
I  left  ray  guide,  and  loft  my  way  ; 
But  now  I  love  and  keep  thy  word. 
Vcr.    71. 
#9  '  Tis  good  for  me  to  bear  the  yoke, 
For  pride  is  apt  to  rife  and  (well  j 
'Tis  good  to  bear  my  Father's  ftroke, 
That  I  may  learn  his  flatutes  well. 
Ver.   72^ 

4  The  law  that  i flues  from  my  mouth 

Shall  raife  my  cheerful  paffions  more 
Than  all  the  treafure;  of  the  fouth, 
Or  richelt  hills  of  golden  ore. 
V-r.   73- 

5  Thy  hand;  have  made  my  mortal  frame,. 

Thy  Spirit  form'd  my  foul  within  : 
Teach  me  to  know  thy  wond'rons  name, 
And  guard  me  rafe  from  death  and  fin, 
Ver.  74 

6  Then  all  that  love  and  fear  the  Lord 

At  my  falvation  mall  rej  ^ice  ; 
For  I  hare  trufted  in  thy  word, 

And  made  thy  grace  raj  only  choice. 

P  S  A  L  M    CXX.     Common  Metre. 

CowpLiint  of  "quarriifom:  ^jjjhbours  ;  or, 

devout  ivip  for  peace 
l  TFiOU  God  of  love,  thou  eve-r-bleft, 
Pity  my  full 'ring  (late  ; 


P    S    A    L   M    S.  241 

When  wi'l  thou  fijft  my  foul  at  reft 
From  lips  that  bye  deceit ? 

Hard  lot  of  mine  !   my  days  are  eafi 

Among  the  Cons  of  fifrife* 
Whole  never-ceafinj  quarrels  wafle 

My  golden  hours  of  life. 

Oh  might  I  fly  to  change  my  p!ace 

How  would  I  choofe  to  zwtU 
In  fame  wide  lonefoms  wildernefs 

And  leave  thefe  gates  of  hell  i 

Pe-ace  is  the  blefling  that  I  feek 

How  lovely  are  its  charms  !  • 
I  am  for  peace,  but  when  I  fpeak, 

They  all  declare  for  arms. 
New  pa#dni  fiill  their  fouls  engage 

And  keep  thsir  malice  ftre,ng- j  ^ 
WhaE  mail  be  done  to  curb  thy°ra?e 

O  thou  devouring  tongue  ! 
Should  burning  arrow;  fmite  thee  through 

Strict  ju^ice  would  approve; 
Bin  I  would  rather  fpare  my  foe, 

And  mek  his  heart  with  love. ' 

P  S  A  L  M    CXXI.     Long  Metre. 
Divine  protstfion. 
XJ?  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes, 

Tb'  eternal  hills  beyond  the  flues:* 
Thence  all  her  help  my*  foul  derives  ;" 
There  my  almighty  Refuge  lives. 
He  lives  ;   the  everlafting  God, 
That  built  the  world,  that  fpread  the  Sood; 
The  heav'ns,   with  all  their  hofts,  he  made  ' 
And  the  dark  regions  of  the  dead. 
He  guides  our  feet,  he  guards  our  wayj 
Elis  morning  fmilcs  adora  the  day  ; 
L 


241  PSALMS. 

Ke  fp~eads  th'  evening  veil,  and  keeps 
Tn*  filent  hours  while  Ifra'l  fleeps. 

4  Ifra'l,  a  name  divinely  bleft, 
May  rife  fecure,  fecurely  relt^ 
Thy  holy  Guardian's  wakeful  eyes 
Admits  no  (lumber^  nor  furprife. 

5  No  fun  fhall  finite  thy  head  by  day. 
Nor  the  pale  moon,   with  fickly  ray, 
Shall  blaft  thy  couch  ;  no  baneful  ftar 
Darts  his  malignant  fire  fo  far. 

&   Should  earth  and  hell  with  mafice  burn, 
Stv*  thou  fialt  go,  and  ftill  return  ; 
Safe  in  the  Lord  !   his  heav'nly  care 
Defends. my  life  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

7  On  thee  foul  fpirits  have  no  pow'rjj 
And  in  my  laft  departing  hour 
Angel.'*,   that  trace  the  airy  road, 
Shall  bear  thee  homeward  to  my  God. 

PSA.LM    CXXL     Common  Metre, 
Preservation  bv  day  and  night. 
*   T'O  heav'n  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes, 
.""■    There  all  my  hopes  are  laid  : 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  fkies, 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 
,2  Their  ftedfiit-feet  {hall  never  fall, 
Whom  he  defigns  to  keep  ; 
His  ear  attends  the  fofteft  call  ; 
His  eyes  can  never  fleep. 

3  He  will  fuftain  our  weakeft  powers 

With  his  almighty  a:m,     . 
And  watch  our  rhoft  unguar-ded  hours 
Againft  furprifing  barm. 

4  Ifra'l  rejoice,  and  reft  ft  cure, 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  pow'r 
JFcr  thine  eternal  guard. 


PSALMS.  24*> 

5  Nor  fcorching  fun,  nor  iickly  moon 

Shall  have  its  leave  to  finite  : 
He  Ihields  tky  head  from  burning  noon, 
From  Dialling  damps  at  night. 

6  He  guards  thy  foul,  he  keeps  thy  breath, 

Where  thickeft  dangers  come  ;     " 
Go  and  return,  fecure  from  death, 
Till  God  command  thee  home. 

PSALM    CXXI.     As  the  148th  Pfalau 
God  our  preferver. 

i    Upv/ARD  I  lift  my  eyes, 

From  God  is  all  my  aid ;      ' 
The  God  that  built  the"  ikies, 
And  earth  and  nature  made; 

God  is  the  tow'r 
To  which  I  fly  : 
His.;  =->ce  is  nigh 
In  ev       sioar. 

2  My  feet  mall  never  Aide, 

_  And  fail  in  fatal  fnares, 
Since  God,  my  guard  and  guide. 

Defends  me  from  my  fe: 
l         Thole  wakeful  eyes, 
That  never  Ueep, 
Shall  Iira'i  keep, 
When  dangers  rife. 

3  No  bflrning  heats  by  day, 

Nor  blafts  of  ev'ning  air, 

Shall  take  my  health  away, 

If  God  be  with  me  there-; 

Thou  art  my  fun, 
And -thou  my  lhade, 
To  guard  my  head 

By  night  or  noon. 

4  fiaft  thou  not  giv'n  thy  wor«i 

To.fave  my  foul  from  death* 


244  PSALMS. 

And  I  can  truft  my  Lord 
To  keep  my  mortal  breath  : 

I'll  go  and  come, 
Nor  fear  to  die, 
Till  from  on  h  gh 
Thou  call  me  home. 

PSALM    CXXII.     Common  Metre. 
Going  to  church. 

1  J-JOW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 

My  friends  devoutly  fav 
u   In  Zion  let  us  all  appear', 
"  And  keep  the  folemn  day." 

2  I  love  the  gates,   I  love  the  road  ; 

The  church  aclorn'd  with  grace 
Stands  like  ?.  palace  built  for  God, 
To  mew  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  court*,  with  joy  unknown 

The  holy  tiibes  repair; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  fits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  »«r  praties  and  complaints; 

A  while  Lis  awful  voice 

Di      ,e    the  fin ners  from  the  faints, 
ble  and  rejoice. 

in  this  facred  place, 
A       joy  a  cpnftant  gueft  ! 
With  iaXy  gifts  and  heav'nly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  bleft. 
6  My  ford  (hall  pray  for  Zion  frill, 
While  life  ov  b.eath  remains ; 
There  my  beft  friends,  my  kindred  dwell, 
There  God,   my  Saviour,   reigns 

PSALM   CXXII.     Proper  tune. 
Going  ts  Gt>4. 
I    g®W  pleafs'd  and  bl2V.-  was  I, 
To  hear  the  people  cry, 


PSALMS.  245 

"  Come,  let  us  feek  our  God  to  day  !" 

Yes — with  a  cheerful  zeai 

We  bafte  to  Zion's  bill, 
And  there  our  vows  and  honours  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place, 
Adorn'd  with  wocd'rous  grace, 

And  walls  of  ftrength  embrace  thee  round  J 
In  thee  our  tiibes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praife,  and.bear 

The  facred  gofpei's  joyful  found. 

3  There  David's  greater  Son 
Has  nVd  his  royal  throne, 

He  fits  for  grace  and  judgment  there  J 

He  bids  the  faints  he  glad, 

He  makes  the  tinners  fad, 
And  humble  fouls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  My  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  blefs  the  foul  of  ev.'ry  gueft  ; 

The  n;an  that  feeks  thy  peace, 

And  wifhes  thine  increafe, 
A  thoufand  bleflings  on  him  reft ! 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 
"  Beace  to  this  facred  houfe  ! 

"  For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 
"  And  imce  my  glorious  God 
"  Makes  this  his  bleft  abode, 
"  My  foul  lhall  ever  love  thee  'well." 
Repeat  the  fourth  ps-nza  to  complete  the  tune. 

P  S  A  I.  M    CXXIH.     Common  Metre. 
Pleading  ivjtb  fubmijfion. 
I   Q  THOU  whofe  grace  andjuftice  reign 
Enthron'd  above  the  Ikies, 
To  thee  our  hearts  would  tell  their  pain,    ■ 
To  thee  we  lift  our  eyes. 
J2  As  fervants  watch  their  mailer's  hand, 
And  fear  the  angry  ilroke  j 


246  PSALMS. 

O*  maids  before  their  their  miftrefs'  ftand. 
And  wait  a  peaceful  look. 

3  So,  for  our  fins,  we  jutlly  feel 

Thy  discipline,   Q  God  ; 
Yet  wait  the  gracious  moments  ftill, 
'Till  thou  remove  the  rod. 

4  Thefe  that  in  wealth  and  pleafure  live, 

Our  dailv  groans  deride, 
And  thy  delays  of -mercy  give, 
Freili  courage  to  their  pride. 

5  Our  foes  infult  us,  but  our  hope 

In  thy  cotnpaffion  Jies ; 
This  thought  mail  bear  my  fpirits  up, 
That  God  will  not  defpi'fe. 

PSALM   CXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

God  gives  victory. 

1  HAD  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love, 

When  hods  againft  us  roie, 
Difp'ayM  his  vengeance  from  above, 
And  cruQYd  the  conqu'ring  foes. 

2  Their  armies,  like  a  raging  flood, 

Had  fwept  the  guarcilefs  land, 

Dettroy'd  on  earth  his  bleft  abode, 

And  'w'helm'd  our  feeble  band. 

3  But  fafe  beneath  his  fpreading  fliield 

His  fons  fee u rely  re  fir, 
Dvjfy  the  dangers  of  the  field 
And  bare  the  fearlefs  braait. 

4  And  now  our  fouls  mall  blefs  the  Lord, 

Who  broke  the  deadly  mare  ; 
Who  fav'd  up  from  the  murd'iing  fword, 
And  made  our  live;  his  care.  - 
I  Our  help  is  in  Jehovah's  name, 
Who  form'd  the  beav'ns  abode  ; 
He  that  fupports  their  wond'rous  frame., 
Can  guard  his  church"  by  love. 


PSALM    S.-  .    247 

PSALM    CXXV.     Common  Metre. 
The  faints  trial  and  fofefy. 

1  TJNSHAKEN  as  the  frcred  hill, 

And  farm,  as  mountains  ftandT 
Firm,  as  a  rock,  the  foul  fha'l  reft 
That  trufts  th'  almighty  hand. 

2  Not  walls  nor  hiils  could  guard  fo  weil- 

Old  Salem's  happy  ground, 

As  thofe  eternal  arms  of  love, 

That  ev'ry  faint  furround. 

3  While  tyrants  are  a  fmarting  fcourge,- 

To  drive  them  near  to  God, 
Divine  companion  will  aifuage,. 
The  fury  of  the  rod. 

4  Deal  gently,   Lord,  with  fouls  lihcere^ 

And  lead  them  fafely  on 
To  the  bright  gates  of  paradife, 

Where  Chrift,  their  Lord,,  is  gone. 

5  But  if  we  trace  thofe  crooked  ways, 

That  the  old  ferpent  drew, 
The  wrath  that 'drove  him  down  to  hell- 
Shall  finite  his  foWwers  too. 

PSALM    CX.XV.     Short  Metre, 

The  faints  trial  and  fafety  ;■.  or,  Moderated  af- 
fiitfions. 

1  "pIRTvI  and  unmov'd  are  they 

That  reft  their  fouls  on  God  : 
Firm  as  the  mount  where  David  dweltr 
Or  where  the  ark  abode. 

2  As  mountains  (tood  to  guard 

The  cities  facred  ground, 
So  God  and  his  almighty  love 
Embrace  his  faints  around. 

3  What  tbo'  the  Father's  rod 

Ikog  a  chaftifmg  ftroke, 


24S  PSALM    S. 

Ye,t,  left  it  wound  their  fouls  too  deep 
Its  fury /hall  be  broke. 

4  Deal  gently,  Lord,  with  thofe 

Whofe  faith  and  pious  fear, 
Whole  haps  and  love,  and  ev'rv  grace 
Proclaim  their  hearts  fincere.  ' 

5  Nor   feall  the  tyrant's  race 

Too  long  oppofe  the  faint; 
The  Gcd  ct  HVa'J  will  fupport 
His  children,  leaft  they  taint. 
6   But  if  our  flavifh  fear 

Will  chafe  the  road  to  hell, 
We  nitrft  expect  our  portion  there 
Where,  bolder  finners  dwell,. 
P  S  A  L  M    CXXV.     Long  Metre. 
S.-irprifing  de It ve  ranee. 

1  ^yBSN  God  reftorM  our  captive  ffate, 

joy  was  our  Congt  a-d  grace  our  theme 
The  grace  beyond  our  hope;  fo  great 
That  joy  appeared  a  pleafiug  dream. 

2  The  feoffor  owns  thy  hard,    and  pays 

Unwilling  honours  to  thy  name;' 
While  we  with  pleafure  flnout  thy  praife, 
With  cheerful  notes  thy  love  proclaim. 

3  When  we  review  our  c'ifmal  fears,    - 

^Twas  hard  to  think' they'll  vanifli  fo; 
With  God  we  left  our  flowing  tears 
He  makes  our  joys  like  rivers  flow. 

4  The  man  that  in  his  furrow'd  field, 

His  fcatter'd  feed  with  fadnefs  leaves, 
Will  Shout  to  fee  the  harveft  yield 
A  welcome  load  of  joyful  iheaves. 
PSALM    CXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
The  joy  of  a  remarket  lc  convcrfion  ;   or,  Melan- 
choly removed, 
i    W/TLIN  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name, 
And  chang'd  my  mournful  /late, 


PSALMS.  249 

My  rapture  feem'd  a  pleafing  dream, 
The  grace  appeared  fo  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change, 

And  did  thy  hand  confefs  ; 
My  tongae  broke  out  in  unknown  {trains, 
And  lung  furprifmg  grace. 

3  "  Great  is  the  work,"  my  neighbours  ery'd, 

And  own'd  the  pow'r  divine  : 
«  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  reply  d, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkeft  Ikies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night  ; 
Make  drops  of  facred  forrow  rife 
To  rivers  of  delight. 

5  Let  thofe  that  fow  in  fadnefs  wait 

'Till  the  fair  harveft  come, 
They  fliall  confers  their  {heaves  are  great, 
Aad  fliout  the  bleffings  home. 
4  Though  feed  lie  bury'd  long  in  duft, 
It  fhan't  deceive  their  hope  : 
The  precious  grain  can  ne'er  be  loft, 
For  grace  infures  the  crop. 
V  S A LM    CXXVII.   Long  Metre. 
Thebleffing  of  God  on  the  bufinefs  &  comforts  of  life, 
1   TF  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft 

And  pains  to  build  the  houfe  are  loft; 
If  God  the  city  will  not  keep, 
The  watchful  guards  as  well  may  ilesp. 
g  What  though  we  rife  before  the  fun, 
"  And  work  and  toil  when  day  is  done, 
Careful  and  fparing  eat  our  bread, 
To  man  that  poverty  we  dread, 
g  >Tis  all  in  vain,  'till  God  hath  blefs'df 
He  can  make  rich,  yet  give  us  reft, 
On  God  our  fov'reign,  ft  ill  depenos 
©ur  ioy  in  children  and  in  fnen«U, 
i.  2, 


25°  PSALMS. 

4  Hippy  the  man  to  whom  he  fends 
Obedient  children,  faithful  friends  :  ' 
How  fweet  our  daily  comforts  prove 
When  they  are  feafon'd  with  hi,  ];Jve  J 

PSALM    CXXVII.     Common  Mitre* 
God  all  in  all. 

i   [F  God  to  build  the  houf*  deny 
The  builders  work  in  vaih  ;  ' 
Aud  towns,    without  his  wakeful  eve 
An  ufelefs  watch"  maintain. 

2  Before  the  morning  beams  arife 

Yaur  painful  work  renew, 
And  till  the  liars  afcend  the 'ikies 
Your  tirefome  toil  purfue. 

3  Short  be  your  fleep,  and  coarfe  vour  fare  * 

In  vain,  'tilt  Go  1  !  as  bisfs'd  ; 

But  if  his  ffliifes  attend  your  care 

You  fnalJ  have  food  ar.d  reC 

4  Nor  children,  relatives,   nor  friends 

Shall  real  bleflings  prove, 
Nor  all  the  earthly  joys  he  fends,. 
If  lent  without  his  love. 

PSALM    CxxvrjL     Common  Metre. 
Fsim:lj  tickings. 

1  O  HAPPY  man,   whole  foul  is  fill'd 

With  zeal  and  reVrcnt  awe  ! 
His  lips  to  God  their  honours  yield 
His  life  adorns  the  law.  * 

2  A  ca.efj]  providence  (hall  ftand 

_  And  ever  guard  thy  head, 
Shall  en  the  labours  of  thy  hand 
Its  kindly  bleffings  fhed. 

3  Thy  wife  (hall  be  a  fruitful  vine  ; 

Thy  children,  round  thy  board, 
Each,  like  a  plant  of  "iono<-,   fume, 
And  learn  to  iy  ur  &e  Lord, 


P    S    A    L  M    S>  orj 

4  The  Lord  (hall  thy  belt  hopes  fulfil 

For  months  and  years  to  coine  ; 
The  .Lord,  who  dwells  on  Zion's  hil?f 
Shall  fend  thee  bleflings  home. 

5  This  is  the  man  whofe  happy  eyes 

Snail  fee  his  heufe  encreafe, 
Shall  fee  the  finking  church  arife, 
Then  leave  the  world  in  peace. 

PSALM   CXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
Terficutions  pu  nifoed. 
i  TJP  ftpm  rny  youth,  may  Ifra'l  fay, 
Have  I  been  nurs'd  in  tears  ;        _ 
My  griefs  were  conftant  as  the  day., 
And  tedious  as  the  years. 
3  Up  from  my  youth  I  bore  the  ra^e 
Of  all  the  fons  of  ftrife  ; 
Ofr.  they  affail'd  my  riper  age, 
But  God  prefeiVd  my  life. 

3  O'er  all  my  frame  their  cruel  dart 

It",  painful  wounds  exprefs'd; 
.    Hourly  they  vex'd  my  fainting  hear r» 
Nor  let  my  forrows  reii. 

4  The  Lord  grew  angry  on  his  throne, 

And,  with  impartial  eye, 
Meafur'd  the  rsjifehiefs  the/  had  done, 
Then  let  bis  arrows  fly. 

5  How  was  this  infolence  furpris'd, 

To  hear  bis  thunders  roll  ! 
And  all  the  foes  of  Zion  feiz'd 
With  horror  to  the  foul. 

6  Thus  fliall  the  men  that  hate  the  feints 

Be  blailed  from  the  iky  ; 
Their  glory  fades,  their  courage  faints, 
And  all  their  profpecls  die'. 

7  [What  tho'  they  flourifh  tali  and  fair, 

They  have  no  root  beneath  j 


252  PSALMS. 

Their  growth  fhati  perifh  in  defpair, 

And  lie  defph'd  in  death.] 
8  [So  corn  that  on  the  hovn'e-top  (lands, 

No  hope  of  harveft  cive:  ; 
The  reaper  ne'er  mall  fill  hand's, 

Nor  binder  fold  the  (heaves.] 

PSALM    CXXX-     Common  Metre* 

'  Pardoning  grace. 

1  QUT  of  the  deep^of  lo-ig  diftrefs, 

The  borders  of  defpair, 
I  fent  my  cries  to  feek  thy  grace, 
My  groans  to  move  thine  ear. 

2  Great  God,  (hall  thy  feverer  eye, 

And  thine  impartial  hand, 
Mark  and  revenge  iniquity, 
No  mortal  flefh  could  fland. 

3  But  there  are  pardons  with  my  God 

For  crimes  of  high  degree; 
Thy  Son  has  bought  them  with  his  blood, 
To  draw  us  near  to  thee. 

4  [I  wait  for  thy  falvation,   Lord, 

With  long  defires  I  wait ; 
My  foul,    invited  by  thy  word, 
Stands  watching  at  thy  gate.] 

5  [Juft  as  the  guards  that  keep  the  night 

Long  for  the  morning  fkies, 
Watch  the  firft  beams  of  morning  light, 
And  meet  them  with  their  eyes; 

6  So  waits  my  foul  to  fee  thy  grace, 

And,  more  intent  than  they, 
Meets  the  firft  opening  of  thy  face, 
And  finds  a  brighter  day.] 
fj  Then  in  the  Lord  let  Ifra'l  truft, 
Let  Ifra'l  feek  his  face  ; 
The  Lord  is  good  as  well  as  juft, 
i£ndpkateou8  in  his  grace. 


PSALMS.  255 

8  There's  full  redemption  at  his  throne 
For  Turners  long  enflav'd  ; 
The  great  Redeemer  is  bis  Son  ; 
And  Ifra'l  fhall  be  fav'd. 

PSALM    CXXX.     Long  Metre. 

Pardoning  grace. 

1  TTR0M  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts. 

To  thee,  my  God,  I  raised  m/  cries  ; 
If  thou  feverely  mark  our  faults 
No  flefh  can  iland  before  thine  eyes. 

2  But  thou  haft  built  th-y  throne  of  grace, 
Free  to  difpenfe  thy  pardons  there, 
That  finners  may  approach  thy  face, 
And  hope  and  love,  a;  well  as  fear. 

3  As  the  benighted  pilgrims  wait, 

And  long  and  wifh  for  breaking  day— 
So  waits  my  foul  before  thy  gate, 
When  will  my  God  his  face  difplay  ? 

4  My  Iruft  is  fix'd  upon  thy  word, 
Nor  mail  I  truft  his  word  in  vain  : 
Let  mourning  fouls  addrefs  the  Lord, 
And  find  relief  from  all  their  paiD. 

5  Great  is  his  love,  and  rich  his  grace, 
Through  the  redemption  of  his  Son  ; 
He  turns  our  feet  from  finful  ways, 
And  pardons  what  our  hands  have  done. 

PSALM    CXXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Humility  and  fubmijfian. 

1  TS  there  ambition  in  my  heart  ? 

Search,  gracious  God,  and  fee  * 
Or  do  I  aft  a  haughty  part, 
Lord,  I  appeal  to  thee. 

2  I  charge  my  thoughts,  be  humble  (till, 

And  all  my  carriage  mild, 
Content,  my  Father,  with  thy  will, 
And  peaceful  as  a  child. 


254  PSALMS. 

3  The  patient  foul,   the  lowly  mind, 
Shall  have  a  large  reward  : 
Let  faints  in  forrow  lie  refign'd, 
And  truft  a  faithful  Lord. 

P3ALM  CXXXII.  ver.  5, 1  3,-<3.  Long  Metre- 
At  the  fsttlcment  of  a  church;  or,  The  ordina- 
tion of  a  tninifter. 
I   \\7HERE  mall  we  go  to  feek  and  &nd      ' 
An  habitation  for  our  God  ' 
A  dwelling  for  th*  eternal  Mind, 
Among  the  fons  of  fielh  and  blood. 
2  The  God, of  Jacob  chofe  the  hill 
Of  Zion  for  bis  ancient  reft; 
And  Zion  is  his  dwelling  place 
His  church  is  with  his  prefence  bleft 
S  "  Mere  I  will  fix  ray  gracious  throne, 

M  And  reign  for  ever,"  faith  the  Lord  - 
"  Here  fliall  my  pow'r  and  love  be  known 
.     "  And  blefiings  mall  attend  my  word.    ' 

4  "  Here  will  I  meet  the  hungry  poor 

"  And  fill  their  fouls  with  living  bread- 
"  Sinners,   that  wait  before  my  door,       ' 
"   With  fweet  proviiions  mall  be  fed. 

5  "Girded  with  truth,  and  cloth'd  with  grac* 

«  My  priefts,  v:y  minifters,  (hall  miner' 
"  Not  Aaron,  in  his  coftly  d.efs, 
"  Appears  ib  glorious  and  divine. 

6  <<  The  faints,   unable  to  contain 

"  Their  inward  joys,  mall  fhout  and  fiag  : 
«  The  Son  of  David  here  mall  reign, 
"  And  Zion  triumph  in  her  King! 
7  [Jefus  mall  fee  a  num'rous  feed 

Born  here,   t'  uphold  his  glorious  name  ; 
His  crown  mall  flouriih  on  his  head, 
While  all  his  fees  are  clot.U'd  witfe  lhame.1 


PSALMS. 


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PSALM   CXXXII.    ver.  4,  5,  7,  8,  15,-17, 
Common  Mene. 

A  church  efiabl/foed. 

1  T]^[0  &eeP  n«r  A  amber  to  his  eyes 
t-        Good  David  would  afford, 
'Till  he  had  found  below  the  fkies 

A  dwelling  for  the  Lord. 

2  The  Lord  in  Zi&n  plac'd  his  name, 

His  ark  was  fettled  there  : 
And  there  th?  ailembled  nation  came, 
To  worfhip  thrice  a  year. 

3  We  trace  no  nifre  thofe  toilfome  ways, 

Nor  wander  far  abroad  ; 
Where'er  thy  people  meet  for  praife, 
.       There  is  a  houfe  for  God.] 

P  A  U  S.E. 

4  A  rife,  O  King  of  grace,  arife, 

And  enter  to  thy.  reft, 
Lo  !   thy  church  waits  with  longing  eyes3 
Thus  to  be  owe'd  and  blefs'd. 

5  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train, 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  fuch  grace  afford. 
S  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  yows, 
Here  let  thy  praife  be  fpread  ; 
Blefs  the  provifions  of  thy  houfe, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 
J  Here  let  the  Ton  of  Dav.id  reign," 
Let  God's  anointed  fhine  j 
Juftiee  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  pow'r  divine. 
I  Here  let  him  hold  a  lading  throne  • 
And  as  hi;  kingdom  grows, 
Freih  honours  (hall  adorn  his  crown 
And  f&sgqte  coufoujid  hi?  foes,       J 


256  PSALMS. 

PSALM    CXXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Brotherly  love. 

1  LO  !   what  an  entertaining  fight 

Thofe  friendly  brethren  prove, 
Wbofe  cheerful  hearts  in  bands  unite 
Of  harmony  and  love. 

2  Where  ftreams  of  blifs  fromChrift  the  fpring 

Defcend  to  ev'ry  foul, 
And  heav'nly  peace  with  balmy  wing 
Shades  and  bedews  the  whole  : 

3  'Tis  like  the  oil  divinely  fweet 

On  Aaron's  rev'rend  head, 
The  trickling  drops  perfum'd  his  feet, 
And  o'er  his  garments  fpread. 

4  'Tis  pleafant  as  the  morning  dews 

That  fall  on  Zion's  hill, 
Where  God  his  mildeft  glory  {hews, 
And  makes  his  grace  diftil. 

PSALM   CXXXIII.     Short  Metre. 

Communion  of  faints  ;  or,  Love  and  ivorfhi£  in 

a  family. 

1  gLESS'D  are  the  fons  of  peace, 

Whofe  hearts  and  hopes  are  one, 
Whole  kind  defigns  to  ferve  and  pleafe 
Through  all  their  aftions  rui;. 

2  Blefs'd  is  the  pious  houfe 

Where  zeal  and  friendfnip  meet, 
Their  fongs  of  praife,  their  mingled  vows, 
Make  their  communion  fweet. 

3  Thus,  when  on  Aaron's  head 

They  pour'd  the  rich  perfume, 
The  oil  thro'  all  his  raiment  fpread, 
And  pleafure  fill'd  the  room. 

4  Thus  on  the  heav'nly  hills 

The  faints  are  blefs'd  above, 


PSALMS.  Irj 

Where  joy,  like  morning  dew,  diflib, 
&nd  ail  the  air  is  love. 

PSAL  M    CXXXI.     As  the  1 2  2d  Pfulm. 
The  lie  flings  of  friend/hip. 

1  HOW  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 

Kiidred  and  friends  agree, 
Each  in  his  proper  ftatian  move, 

And  esch  fulfil  his  part 

With  fympathifing  hearf, 
In  all  the  cares  of  life  and  love. 

2  'Tis  like  an  ointment  fbed 

On  Aaron's  facred  head, 
Divinely  rich,  divinely  lweet ; 

The  oil  thro'  all  the  room 

Diffus'd  a  fweet  perfume-, 
Ran  thro'  his  robe?,  and  blefs'd  his  feet. 

3  Like  fruitful  fnow'rs  of  rain 

That  water  all  the  plain, 
Defcending  from  the  neighbouring  hills  ; 

Such  ftreams  of  p'eafure  roll 

Thro'  ev'ry  friendly  foul, 
Where  love,  like  heav'nly  dew,  diflils. 
Repeat  the  fir  ft  ft  an  za  to  complete  the  tune. 

PSALM    CXXXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Daily  and  nightly  devotion. 
i   VE  that  obey  th'  immortal  King, 
Attend  his  holy  place  ; 
Bow  to  the  glories  of  his  pow'r, 
And  bieis  his  wond'rous  grace. 

2  Lift  up  your  heads  bv  morning  light, 

And  fend  your  fouls  on  high  ; 
Raife  your  admiring  thoughts  by  night 
Above  the  {tarry  fky. 

3  The  God  of  Zion  cheers  our  hearts 

-With  rays  of  quick'ning  grace; 


2^3  PSALMS. 

The  God  that  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad, 
And  rules  the  fwelling  Teas. 

PSALM    CXXXV.    ver.  I,— 4,  14,  19>~2 
Fit  it  part.      Long  Metre. 
The  church  is  Gtd'shoufe  and  care. 

1  pPcAISE  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name, 

While  in  his  earthly  courts  ye  wait, 
Ye  faints  that  to  his  houfe  belong, 
Or  Hand  attending  at  his  gate. 

2  Praife  ye  the  Lord,   the  Lord  is  good  ; 

To  praife  his  name  is  fweet  employ  ; 
Jfra'l  he  chofe  of  old,   and  hill 
His  chuch  is  his  peculiar  joy. 

3  The  Lord  himfelf  will  judge  his  faints ; 

He  treats  his  fervants   as  his  friends; 
And  when  he  hears  their  fore  complaints, 
Repents  the  forrows  that  he  lends. 

4  Through  ev'ry  age  the  Lord  declares 

Mis  name,  avid  breaks  th*  oppieffor's  roc 
He  gives  the  fuff'ring  iervant  left, 
And  will  be  known  th'  Almighty  God. 

5  Btefs  ye  the  Lord,  who  tafle  his  lave, 

People  and  priefts  exalt  ids  name: 
Amongft  his  faints  he  ever  dwells; 
Hi-;  church  is  in  Jerufalem. 

PSALM  CXXXV.    ver.  5,—  :  2.    Second  par 
The  works  of  creation,  providence,   redew$t1% 
of  Ifr,ie.,  and  deftrudfion  of  enemies. 

1  QUEAT  is  the  Lord,   exalted  high 

Above  all  pow'rs,  and  ev'ry  throne; 
Whate'er  he  pleafe  in  earth  and  fea. 

Or  heav'n,  or  hell,  his  hand  hath  done. 

2  At  his  command  the  vapours  rife-} 

The  lightnings  flafh,  the  thunders  roar 
He  pours  the  rain,  hearings  the  wind, 
And  tempeft  from  his  airy  Oar*. 


P*  S    A   L   M    S.  259 

3  'Twas  he  thofe  dreadful  tokens  Tent, 

O  Egypt  thro'  thy  iiubbom  land  ; 
When  all  thy  firPz-born,  beails  and  men,. 
Fell  dead  by  his  avenging  hand. 

4  When  mighty  nation';,   mighty  kings 

He  ilew,  and  their  whole  country  gave 
To  Ifrael  whom  his  hand  redeemed, 
No  more  to  be_proud  Pharoah's  (lave  ! 

5  His  pow'r  the  fame,   the  fame  his  grace, 

That  faves  us  frtfrn  the  hpfta  of  hell  : 
And  heav'n  he  gives  us  to  polfefs, 
Whence  thofe  apoitate  angels  fell. 

PSALM    CXXXV.    Common  Metre. 
Fraife  due  to  Gody  not  to  idols. 

1  A  WAKE.,  ye  faints— To  praife  your  King. 

Your  fweeteft  pafllons  rai'e  ; 
Your  pious  pleafure  while  you  fmg, 
Increasing  with  the  praife. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord  ;   and  works  unknown 

Are  his  divine  employ  : 
But  ftiil  his  faints  are  near  his  throne, 
His  treafure  and  his  joy. 

3  Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  confefs  his  hand  ; 

Fie  bids  the  vapours  rife  ! 
Lightening  and  ftorm,  at  his  command, 
Sweep  thro'  the  founding  ikies. 

4  All  power  that  gods  or  kings  have  clal'.n'd- 

Is  found  with  him  alone  ; 
But  heathen  gods  fhould  ne'er  be  nara'd 
Where  our  Jehovah's  known. 

5  Which  of  the  flocks  and  Hones  they  truft 

Can  give  them  fhow'rs  of  vain  I 
In  vain  they  worfhip  glittering  dull, 
And  pray  to  God  la  vain. 
4[Their  gods  have  tongues  that  fpeechlcfs  prove* 
Such  as  their  makers  gave  : 


26o  PSALMS. 

Their  fret  were  never  form'd  to  move, 
Nor  fcands  have  j$»\ver  to  fave. 

7  Blind  are  their  eyes,  their  ears  are  deaf, 

Nor  hear  when  mortals  pray  ; 
Mortals,  that  wait  for  their  relief, 
Are  blind  and  deaf  as  they.] 

8  Ye  nation?,   knew  the  living  God, 

Serve  him  with  faith  and  fear  ; 

He  makes  the  churches  his  abade, 

And  claims  your  honours  there. 

PSALM  CXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Gad' s  -wonders  of  creation,  providence,  redemb. 

iion  of  Ijr.tel,  and  falv.itisn  of  bis  people. 

1  Q1VS  thanks  to  God,  the  fov*&i<rn  Lord  J 

"  His  mercies  itilt  endure  f  * 
Arid  be  the  King  of  kings  ador'd, 
"  His  truth  is  ever  lure." 

2  What  wonders  hath  his  wifdom  done  I 

"  How  mighty  is  his  hand  I" 
Heav'n,  earth,   and  lea,  he  framM  alone, 
"  How  wide  is  his  command  \" 

3  The  fun  fupplies  the  day  with  light ; 

"  How  bright  his  couofels  mine  \" 
The  moon  and  ftars  adorn  the  night  ; 
"  His  works  are  all  divine/' 

4  [He  ftruck  the  fons  of  Egypt  dead  ; 

"  How  dreadful  is  his  red  !" 
And  thence,  with  joy.   his  people  led  ; 
"  How  gracious  is  our  God  1 

5  He  cleft  the  fwelling  fea  in  two; 

"  His  arm  is  g? eat  in  might  ;" 
And  gave  his  tribes  a  paffage  through  ; 
'    "  His  pow'r  and  grace  unite." 

6  But  Pharoah'a  army  there  he  drown'd  ', 

il  How  glorious  are  his  ways  \" 


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And  brought  h|s  faints  thro'  defert  ground  ! 
li  Eternal  be  his  praiieV" 
r  Great  monarch*  fell  beneath  his  hand  ; 
*<  Victorious  is  his  fword;" 
While  Ifra'l  took  the  proxuis'ii  land  j 

u   And  faithfp']  is  bis  vrord/'j 
He  Saw  the  nations  dead  in  fin  ; 

"   He  felt  bis  pity  move  \" 
How  fad  the  flate  the  world  was  in  ! 
"  How  boundlefs  is  his  love  V    '- 
.  He  fent  to  fave  ns  from  our  woe  ; 

"  His  good  Kefs  never  fails  ;}) 
From  death  and  hell,  and  ev'ry  foe; 

"  And  {{ill  his  gface^Drevails/*' 
0  Give  thanks  to  God,   the  heav'nly  King  J 

ti  U'\z  mercies  ftill  endure  ;" 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  praties  iing; 
i{  His  truth  is  ever  furs,-" 

}SALM    CMXXVI.     As  the  1 48  th  Pfalra. 
QIVS  thanks  to  God  raoft  high, 

The  unive'rial  Lord  ; 
The  fov' reign  King  of  kings j 
And  be  his  grace  adoi'd. 
"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  frill  the  ft  me; 
ii   And  let  bis  name 

"  Have  endlefs  p'.'a-ire.. 
How  mighty  is  his  hand  ! 

What  wonders  hath  he  done  ! 
He  furm'd  the  earth  and  Teas, 
And  ipread  the  heav'ns  alone. 

<«   Thy  mercy,    Lord, 
14  Shall  tiill  endure  ; 
*   And  ever  fure 
41  Abides  thy.-wroni/' 
Hi.  wifdoaj  tjftai:Vd  the  fun 
To  erowp  the  day  ?-jth  light; 


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The  moon  and  twinkling  ftars 
To  cheer  the  darkfome  night. 

M   His  pow'r  and  grace 
"    Are  ftill  the  fame  ; 
*<   And  let  his  name 

11  Have  endlefs  praife." 

4  [Tie  fmotc?  *a.s  firft-born  fons, 

The  flow'r  of  Egypt,   dead  ; 
And  thence  his  chofen  tribes 
With  joy  and  glory  led. 

44  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  itill  endure; 
"  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

5  His  pow'r  and  lifted  rod 

Cleft  the  Red -Tea  in  two; 
And  for  his  people  made 

A  wond'rous  parage  througk. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
«'   Are  ftill  the  fame 
"   And  let  his  name 

Have  endlefs  praife." 

'6  But  cruel  Pharaoh  there, 

With  all  his  holt  he  drowa'd; 
And  brought  his  Ifra'l  fafe 
Through  a  long  defert  ground. 

'*  Thy  morcy,  Lord, 
"  Shall  ftill  enJure, 
■**  And  ever  fure, 
"  Abides  thy  word. 

PAUSE. 

7  The  kingr  of  Canaan  fell 

Beneath  tis  dreadful  hand; 
While  his  own  Servants  took 
jPoiTeffion  of  their  land. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
"  Are  itill  the  fame ; 


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61  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs   praife."_] 
t  He  faw  the  nations  lie 
All  periihing  in  fin, 
And  pity'd  the  fa.d  ftate 
The  ruin'd  world  was  in. 

<*  Thy  mercy,  Lord, 
<<  Shall  ftill  endure.; 
"  And  ever  fnre 

"  Abides  thy  word." 
f  He  fent  his  only  Son 

To  fave  us  from  our  woe, 
_Frorn  Satan,  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  foe. 

"  His  pow'r  and  grace 
il  Are  ftijl  the  fame  ; 
il  And  let  his  name 

"  Have  endlefs  praife." 
SO  Give  thanks  aloud  to  God, 
To  God  the  heav'nly  King;; 
And  let  the  fpacious  earth 
His  works  snd  glory  fing. 

«*  Thy  mercy,  Lord., 
-"  Shall  ftiil  endure, 
**  And  ever  fure 

"  Abides  thy  word." 

PSALM  CXXXVI.  Abridged.  Long  Metre. 
[   QIVE  to  our  God  immortal  praise  ' 
Mercy  and  truth  are  all  his  ways  ■ 
*«  Wonders  of  grace  to' God  belong' 
«  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 
2  Give  to  the  Lord  of  lords  renown, 
The  King  of  kings  with  glory  crown  : 

"  His  mercies  ever  fnall  endure,  [more.*9 
"  When  lords  and  kings  are  kaown  no 
I  He  built  tke  earth,  he  fpread  the  Iky, 
And  fiVd  the  ftarry  lights  on  high  ■ 


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"  Wonders  af  grace  to  God  belong 
44  Repeat  bis  mercies  in  your  long.-" 

4  He  fills  the  fun  with  morning  light, 
He  bit-  the_rooon  direcl  the  night  ; 

"  His  mercies  ever  Jhall  endure,     [more/' 
44  When  funs  and  moons  mail  fliine  no 

5  The  Jews  he  freed  from  PharoaVs  hand, 
And  brought  them  to  the  promis'd  land  ; 

44  Wonders  of  grace  to  God  belong, 
ii  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

6  He  faw  the  Gentilesdead  in  fin, 
And  felt  his  pity  move  within  ! 

4 '  His  mercies  ever  fhal!  endure, 

*.*  When  death  and  Cva  fhail  reign  no  more." 

7  H;  Tent  his  Son  with  pow'r  to  fave 
From  guilt,  and  darknefs.   and  the  grave. 

44  Wonders  of  ftrace  to  God  belong, 
44  Repeat  his  mercies  in  your  fong." 

8  Turd'  this  vain  world  he  guides  our  feet, 
And  leads  us  to  his  beav'nly  feat. 

44  His  mercies  ever  fhal]  endure, 

44  When  this  vain  world  mail  be  no  more." 

PSALM    CXXXVII. 

The  Babylonian  captivity. 

1  ALONG  the  banks. where  Babel's  current 

flows,  [ftray'd, 

Our  captive  bands  in  deep  defpondence 
While  SEion's  fall  in  fad  remembrance  rote, 
Her  fiends,  her  children,  mingled  with 

the  dead. 

2  The  tunelefs  harp,  that  once  with  joy  we 

lining,  [the  lav, 

When  praife  employ'd,  aad  mirth  infpirM, 
In  mournful  filence,  on  the  willows,  hung; 
And  growing  grief  prolong'd  the  tedious  day. 


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\  The  barbarous  tyrants,  to  inereafe  the  woe, 
With  taunting  fmiles  a  fong  of  Zion  claim  J 
Bid  facred  praife  in  ftrains  melodious  flow, 
While  they  blafpheme  the  great  Jehovah's 
name. 
|  But  how,  in  heathen  chains  and  lands  unknown 
Shall  Ifraers  foas  a  fong  of  Zioa  raife  ! 
O  haplefs  Salem,  God's  terreftial  throne, 
Thou  land  of  glory,  facred  mount  of  praife. 

If  e'er  my  memory  lofe  thy  lovely  name, 
If  my  cold  heart  neglect  my  kindred  race, 

Let  diie  deftruction  feize  this  guilty  frame  ; 
My  hands  fhall  perifh,  and  my  voice  fhall 
ceaie. 

>  Yet  Oiall  the  Lord,  who  hears  when  Zion  calls, 
O'ertake  her  foes  with  terror  and  difmay, 
His  arm  avenge  her  defolated  walls, 
And  raife  her  children  to  eternal  day. 

PSALM  CXXXVIII. 

Reftoring  and  preserving  grace. 

"\ffllTH  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  in  my  fong  ; 
Angels  fhall  hear  the  notes  I  raife, 
Approve  the  fong,  and  join  the  praife. 

2  Angels,  that  make  thy  church  their  care, 

Shall  witnefs  my  devotions  there, 

While  holy  zeal  directs  my  eyes 

To  thy  fair  temple  in  the  Ikies.] 

I'll  fing  thy  truth  and  merc-v,  Lord. 

I'll  fin g  the  wonders  of  thy  word  ! 

Not  all  the  works  aud  names  helow. 

So  much  thy  power  and  glory  fhow. 
I-  To  God  I  cry'd  when  trouble  rofe  ; 

He  heard  me  and  fubdued  my  foes : 

He  did  my  rifmg  fears  controtri, 

And  ftrength  diifus'd  through  all  my  fouk 
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5  The  God  of  heav'n  maintains  his  flare, 
Frowns  on  the  proud,  and  fcorns  the  great ; 
But  from  his  throne  defcends  to  blefs 

The  humble  foul  that  trufts  his  grace. 

6  Amidft  a  thoufand  fnares  I  ftand, 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand  ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  foul  revive, 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

7  Grace  will  complete  what  grace  begins, 
To  fave  from  furrows  or  from  fins  ; 
The  work  that  wifdom  undertakes, 
Eternal  mercy  ne'er  forfakes. 

JPSALM  CXXXIX.     Firftpart.     Long  Metre. 

The  all-feeing  God, 

i    T  ORD,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro* 
Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  viewj 
My  rifing  and  my  refting  hours, 
My  heart  and  flelh,  with  all  their  powers. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  they  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  diftineily  known  ; 

He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  fpeak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  1  ftand, 
On  every  fide  I  find  thy  hand  ; 
Awake,  afleep,  at  home,  abroad, 
I  am  fnrrounded  ftill  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vaft  and  great  I 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height! 
My  foul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boaft, 
Is  in  the  boundlefs  profpecl:  loft. 

5  "  O  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breaft, 
*<  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft; 

'*  Nor  let  my  weaker  paflions  dare 
"  Content  to  fin,  for  God  is  tbirc." 


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pause  the  firft. 

6  Could  I  Co  falfe,  fo  faith  lefs  prove, 

To  quk  thy  i"erv:cc,  and  thy  love, 
Where,   Lord,  could  I  thy  prefence  faun, 
Or  from  thy  dreadful  glory  run? 

7  If  up  to heav'n  I  take  my  flight, 

'Tis  there  thou  dweU'it  eatnron'd  in  light  V, 
Or  dive  to  hell— there  vengeance  reigns, 
And  Satan  groans  beneath  thy  chains. 

8  If,   mounted  on  a  nurning  ray, 
I  fly  beyond  the  wefte.n  fea, 

Thy  fwifter  hand  would  firit  arrive, 
And  there  arrei;  thy  fugitive. 

9  Or  fhouic  I  try  to  ihun  thy  fight 
Beneath  the  fpreading  veil  of  night, 

One  glance  of  thine,  one  piercing  ray, 
Would  kindle  darknefs  into  day. 

10  "  O  may  thefe  thoughts  po.Tefs  my  b  re  aft, 
«<  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  I 
«<  Nor  let  my  weaker  pafiions  dare 
**  Cenfent  to  fin,  for  God  is  there." 

pause  the  fecond. 
3  2  The  veil  of  night  is  nodifguife, 

To  fcreen  from  thy  ail-fearching  eyes; 
Thy  hand  can  feize  thy  foes  as  ioon, 
Thro'  midnight  ihades  as  blazing  noon. 

32  Midnight  and  nccn  in  this  agree, 
Great  God,  they're  both  alike  to  thee,  . 
Not  death  can  hide  what  God  will  fpy, 
And  hell  lies  naked  to  his  eye. 

33  "  Oh  may  thefe  thoughts  pofTefs  my  breaflr7, 
"  Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  reft  1 

*'  Nor  let  my  weaker  pafiions  dare 
•«  Consent  to  &o,  for  God  is  there." 


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PSALM  CXXXTX.  Second  psTrt.    Long  Metre 
The  wonderful  formation  of  man. 

1  'TWAS  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came, 

A  work  of  fuch  a  curious  frame ; 
In  me  thy  fearful  wonders  fhine, 
And  each  proclaims  thy  (kill  divine. 

2  Thine  eyes  did  all  my  limbs  furvey, 
Which  yet  in  dark  confnfion'lay  : 
THou  law'ft  the  daily  growth  they  took, 
Form'd  by  the  model  of  thy  book. 

3  By  thee  my  growing  parts  were  narn'd, 
And  what  thy  fov'reign  counfels  fram'tL, 
The  breathing  lungs,  the  beating  heart, 
Was  eopy'd  with  unerring  art. 

4  Atla'ft,  to  (hew  my  Maker's  name, 
God  ft  amp'd  his  image  on  my  frame,    . 
And,  in  fome  unknown  moment,  jc/m'd 
The  finifti'd  members  of  the  mind. 

5  There  the  young  feeds  of  thought  began, 
And  all  the  paftlons  of  the   man, 

Great  God,  our  infant  nature  pays 
Immortal  tribute  to  thy  praife. 


Lord,  fince  in  my  advancing  age, 

I've  afted"  on  life's  bnfy  ftage, 

Thy  thoughts  of  love  to  me  furmount 

The  power  of  numbers  to  recount. 

I  could  furvey  the  ocean  o'er, 

And  count  each  land  that  makes  the  more, 

Before  my  fwifteft  tkoughts  could  trace 

The  numerous  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

Thefe  on  my  heart  are  ftill  impreft, 

With  thefe  I  give  my  eyes  to  reft  ; 

And  at  my  waking  hour  I  find 

God  and  his  love  poflefs  my  mind. 


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PSALM  CXXXIX     Third  part.  Xong  Metre. 
Sincerity  profejfed,  anj gmce  tried  ;  or,  The  heart*- 

jcJ.rCoing  God. 

1  MY  God,  v.  hat  inwa'd  grief  I  feel, 

When  impious  men  tranfgrefs  thy  will  2 
I  mourn  to  hear  their  lips  profane 
Take  thy  tremendous  name  in  vain. 

2  Does  not  my  foul  deteft  and  hate 
The  fons  of  malice  and  deceit  > 
Thofe  that  oppofe  thy  laws  and  thee, 
I  count  for  enemies  to  me. 

3  Lord,  fearch  my  foul,,  try  ev'ry  thought— 
Though  my  own  heart  accufe  me  not 

Qf  walking  in  a  falfe  difguife, 
I  beg  the  trial  of  thine  eyes. 

4  Doth  fecret  mifchief  lurk  within  I 
Do  I  indulge  fome  unknown  fin  ? 

O  !  turn  my  feet  whene'er  1  ftray?. 
And  lead  me  in  thy  perfect  way. 

PSALM  CXXXIX.   Firrt.part.  Commoa  Metre- 
God  is  every  ~where. 

1  TN  all  my  vaft  concerns  with  thee, 

In  vain  my  foul  would  try 
To  {hun  thy  prefence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

2  Thy  all-furrounding  fight  furveys 

My  rifing  and  my  reft, 
My  public  walks,  my  piivate  ways, 
And  fecrets  of  my  breaft. 

3,  My  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 

Before  they're  formM  within  ; 
And  ere  ray  lips  pronounce  the  word, 

He  knows  the  fenfe  I  mean. 
4  Oh  I  wond'rous'knowledge  1  deep  and  high  J 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  \ 


2J0  ■  P  ~S    A    L   M    S. 

Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 

Inclos'd  on  ev'ry  fide. 

5  So  let  thy  grace  furround  me  dill, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 

"To  guard  my  foul  from  ev'ry  ill, 

Secur'd  by  fov'reign  love. 

pause. 
-6  Lord,  where  {hall  guilty  fouls  retire, 
Forgotten  and  unknown  ?— 
In  hell  they  meet  thy  dreadful  fire, 
In  heav'n  thy  glorious  throne. 

7  -Should  I  fupprefs  my  vital  breath, 
To  Ycape  the  wrath,  divine, 
Thy  voice  wo«ld  break  the  bars  of  death., 
And  make  the  grave  refign. 
B  If,  wing'd  with  beams  of  morning  light, 
I  fly  beyond  the  weft, 
Thy  hand  which  muftfupport  my  flight, 
Would  fapn  betray  my  reft. 

9  If  o'er  ray  fins  I  think  to  draw 

The  curtains  of  the  night, 
The  flaming  eyes  that  guard  thy  law 
Would  turn  ttte   (hades  to  light. 

10  The  beams  of  noon,  the  midnight  hour, 

Are  both  alike  to  thee  : — 
Oh  !  may  I  ne'er  provoke  that  pow'r 
From  which  I  cannot  flee. 

PSvALM  CXXXIX.     Second  part. 
Common  Me*  re. 
The  VfifJotn  of  God  in  the  formation  efm.t». 

1    '\X7HEN'1  wlth  Ple^inS  wonder  ftand, 
And  all  my  frame  lurvey, 
Lord  !  'tis  thy  work— I  own  thy  hand 
Thus  built  my  humble  clay. 
3  Thy  hand  my  heart  and  rein?  posTef.M 
Where  unborn  nature  grow  ; 


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Thy  wifdam  al!  my  features  trac'd, 
And  all  my  members  drew. 
5  Tliineeye  with  niceftcare  furvey'd 
The  growth  of  ev'ry  part; 
'Till  the  whole  fcheme,thy  thoughts  had  laid, 
Was  copy'd  by  thy  art, 
4  Heav'n,  earth,  and  fea,  and  fire  and  wind, 
Shew  me  thy  worid'rous  ikill; 
But  I  review  myfelf,   and  find 
Diviner  wonders  ftiil. 

5*  Thy  awful  glories  round  me  fhine, 
My  flefh  proclaims  thy  praife  ; 
Lord,  to  thy  works  of  wonder  join 
Thy  miracles  of  grace. 

PSALM CXXXIX.  ver.  r4,  17,  t8.  Third  part. 
Common  Metre. 

The  mercies  of  God  innumerable. 

An  evening  pfalm. 

1  J^ORD,  when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er, 

They  ftrike  me  with  furprife  J 
Not  all  the  fands  that  fpread  the  fhore., 
To  equal  numbers  rife. 

2  My  flefh  with  fear  and  wonder  {lands, 

The  product  of  thy  fkill ; 
And  hourly  bleffings  from  thy  hands 
Thy  thoughts  of  love  reveal. 
^  ThtTe  oh  my  heart  by  night  I  keep  | 
How  kind,  how  dear  to  mej. 
Oh !   may  the  hour  that  ends  my  fleep 
Still  find  my  thoughts  with  thee. 

PSALM  CXL.     Common  Metre. 

1    pROTECT  us,  lord,  from  fatal  harm! 
Behold  our  rjiing  woes; 
We  truft  alone  thy  powerful  arm, 
To  fcatter  all  our  fees. 


272  PSALMS. 

Their  to-ugue  is  like  a  poifon'd  dart, 
Their  thoughts  are  full  of  guile, 

While  rage  and  carnage  fwelftheir  heart, 
They  wear  a  peaceful  fmile. 

3  O  God  of  grace,  thy  guardian  care. 

When  foes  without  invade, 
Or  fpread  within  a  deeper  fnare, 
Supplies  ourconltant  aid. 

4  Let  falfehood  flee  before  thy  face, 

Thy  heav'nly  truth  extend, 
All  nations  taile  thy  heav'nly  grace, 
And  all  delufions  end. 
5^  With  daily  bread  the  poor  fuppjy  j 
The  caufe  of  juftice  plead  ; 
And  be  thy  truth  exalted  high, 
With  Chrift  our  glorious  head. 

PSALM  CXLI.  ver.     2,-5.     Long   Metre.' 

Watchfulnefs  and  brotherly  love. 

A  morning  or  evening  pfalm. 

jyjYGod,  accept  my  early  vo\\$, 

Like  morning  incenfe  in  thine  houfe, 

And  let  my  nightly  worfhip  rife 

Sweet  as  the  ev'ning  facrifi.ee. 

2  Watch  o'er  my  lips,  and  guard  them,  Lord, 
From  ev'ry  ralh  and  heedlefs  word  : 

Nor  let  my  feet  incline  to  tread 
The  guilty  paths  where  finners  lead. 

3  O  may  the  lighteous,  when  I  ftray, 
Smite  and  reprove  my  wand'ring  way, 
Their  gentle  words  like  eintmeut  flied, 
Shall  never  bruile,  but  cheer  my  head. 

4  When  I  behold  them  prefs'd  with  grief, 
I'll  cry  to  heaven  for  their  relief, 
And,  by  my  warm  petitions  prove, 
How  much  I  prize  their  faithfnl  love. 


P    S    A    L    M   So  2/3 

PSALM    CXLII.     Common  Metre. 
Gcd  is  the  he  pi  of  the  Felslefs, 

1  TO  God  I  made  my  farrows  known, 

From  God  I  fought  relief  : 
In  long  complaints  before  his  throne 
I  pour'djout  all  my  grief. 

2  My  foul  was  overwhelm' d  with  woes> 

My  heart  began  to  break; 
My  God,  who  all  my  burdens  knows, 
Beholds  the  way  I  take. 

3  On  every  fide  I  caft  mine  eye, 

And  found  my  helpers  gooe, 
While  friends  and  ftrangers  pafs'd  me  by 
Neglected  or  unkno-.vn. 

4  Then  did  I  raife  a  louder  cry, 

And  call'd  thy  mercy  n?ar, 
a"  Thou  art  rny  portion  wbeij  I  die, 
"  Be  thou  my  refuge  here.'' 

5  Lord,    I  am  brought  exceeding  low, 

Now  let  thine  ear  attend, 
And  make  my  foes,  who  vex  me,  knov/ 
I've  an  almighty  Friend. 

6  From  my  fad  prifon  fet  me  free. 

Then  mall  I  praife  thy  name, 
And  holy  men  fha'll  join  with  me, 
Thy  kindnefs  to  proclaim. 

PSALM  CXLIIL     Long  Metre. 

Complaitit  of  heavy  affliction  in  mini  and  hmf, 

1  ]y[Y  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God, 

Hear,  when  I  fpread  my  hands  abroad, 
And  cry  for  fuccour  from  thy  throne- 
Gh  !  make  thy  truth  and  mercy  known. 

2  Let  judgment  not  againfl  me  pafs  ; 
Behold  thy  fervant  pleads  thy  grace- 
Should  juftice  call  us  fo  thy  bar, 

No  man  alive  is  guiltlefs  there,  I& 


;274  P    5   A   L  M    S. 

3  i°h°kt].T"  5n  pky>  Lord>  a"d  Tee 
The  mighty  woe,  that  burden  me. 

Make  bare  thme  arm-tby  ferfant  fa'v<? 
^  I  dwell  in  darknefs  and  unfeen— 
My  heart  is  deflate  within  • 

5Jythonehtsiom»fmg.«ienitrace 
The  ancient  wonders  of  thv  grace 
-5  2?e.nce  *  derive  a  glimpVe  of  hop. 
To.bear  my  finking  fpiritsups        ' 
x  Wretch  my  hands  to  God  ag?in 
And  tbirftlikc  parched  landfor  fain 

6  S.rthee,V?irft'   'P^Imourn,-- 
Unen  will  thy  imiJing  face  return*' 
^i11";^  °»  earth  remove, 
4.nd  God  for  ever  hide  his  love? 

7  My  God,  thy  long  dejav  to  fave 
Will  fink  thy  prw»«er  to  the  gra've  ■ 

My  heart  grows  faint,  and  din,  mine  eve  • 
Make  bafte  to  help  before  I  die. 
•  *  The  ni^ht  is  vitnefsto  my  tears 
Diftreffing  pains,  diftraclang fear's; 
Oh  !  might  I  hear  thy  morning  voice, 
How  would  my  wearied  powers  rejoice  ? 

9  In  thee  J  truft,  to  thee  I  figh, 
An3  lift  my  wearied  foul  on  high, 
For  thee  fit  waiting  all  the  day, 
Ami  wear  the  lireibme  hours  awav. 

to  Break  of? kiv  fetters,  Lord,  ami  mew 
The  path  in  which  my  feet  ihall  go  : 
Jffiiar.es  and  foes  befet  the  road, 
X  See  to  hide  me  near  my  God. 

j !  Teach  me  to  do  thy  holy  will, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  heav'nly  bill : 
Let  the  good  Spirit  of  thy  love 
S'oncluft  me  te  thy  courts  above. 


PSALMS.  2jf\ 

U  Then  rhal]  my  foul  no  more  complain 
The  tempter  then  (hall  rage  id  vain; 
And  flefh,  and  fin,  my  foes  before, 
Shall  never  vex  my  fpirit  more. 

PSALM  CXLIV.     ver.  t,-  2.  Firft  part. 

Common  Metre. 
Jjifuvice  and  victory  in  the  fpirhual  warfare,^ 

1  J'OR  ever  bleffed  be  the  Lord, 

My  Saviour  and  my  fhield  ; 
He  fends  his  Spirit  with  his  word, 
To  arm  me  for  the  field. 

2  When  fin  and  hell  their  force  unite, 

lie  makes  my  foul  his  care, 
Inftru&s  me  in  the  heav'nly  fkht, 
And  guards  me  through  the  war. 

3  A  friend  and  helper  fo  divine, 

My  fainting  hope  fliall  raife ; 
He  makes  the  glorious  vicVry  mine, 
And  his  fhall  be  the  praife. 

PSALM  CXLIV.    ver.  3,  4,  5,  6. 
Second  part.     Common  Metre. 
Tb  e  vanity  of  man,  and  the  condefcenfion  ofGv4? 
1  LOP..D,  what  is  man,  poor  feeble  man, 
Born  of  the  earth  at  firft  ? 
His  life  a  fiiadow,  light  and  vain, 
Still  hafting  to  the  duft. 
3  O  what  is  feeble  dying  wan, 
Or  all  his  finful  race, 
That  God  would  make  it  his  concern 
To  vifit  him  with  grace  ! 

3  That  God  who  darts  his  lightnings  down. 
Who  (hakes  the  world  above, 
What  terrors  wait  his  awful  frown, 
Mow  wor.d'rcus  is  his  Jove  ! 


P    S  A  L  M  S. 

S  A  L  M  CXLIV.  ver.  1 2>— 15.  Third  part. 
Long  Metre. 

Gragc  above  riches;  or,  The  happy  nation. 
1   p^APPY  the  city,  where  their  ions, 
Like  pillars  ronnd  a  palace  fet, 
And  daughters,  bright  as  poliflied  (tones, 
Give  ftrength  and  beauty  to  the  Mate. 
*    Happy  the  land  in  culture  drefs'd, 

Whofe  flocks  and  corn  have  large  increafe 
Where  men  fecurely  work  or  reft, 
Nor  Tons  of  plunder  break  their  peace. 

3  Kappy  the  nation  thus  endowV; 

But  more  divinely  blefs'd  are  thofe 
On  whom  the  .all-sufficient  God, 
Himfelf,  with  all  his  grace,  beftews. 

PSALM     CXLV.    Long  Metre. 

The grcatnefs  of  God. 

1  Tyr  Y  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife, 

Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue 
'Till  death  and  glory  raife  the  fong. 

2  The  wings  of  ev'ry  hour  fliall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear; 
And  ev'ry  fetting  fun  fliall  fee 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

3  Thy  truth  and  juftice  I'll  proclaim  ; 
Thy  bounty  flows,  an  endiefs  ftream  ; 
Thy  mercy  fwift,  thine  aager  flow, 
But  dreadful  to  the  ftubborn  foe. 

4  Thy  work"  with  fov'reign  glory  fliine, 
And  fpeak  thy  majefty  divine  j  \ 

Let  ev'ry  realm  with  joy  proclaim 

The  found  and  honor  of  thy  name. 

5  Let  diftant  tiroes  and  nations  raife 

The  long  fucceffion  of  thy  praife  ; 


PSALM    S.  277 

And  unborn  ages  make  my  fong 

The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

6  But  who  can  fpeak  thy  wond'rous  deeds? 
Thy  greatnefs  all  our  thoughts  exceed? : 
Vaft  and  unfearchable  thy  ways, 
Vaft.and  immortal  be  thy  praife. 

PSALM   CXLV.     ver.   i,-r-7,   u,— 13- 
Firft  part.     Common  Metre. 

The  greatnefs  of  God. 

1  T  ONG  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name, 

My  King,  my  God  of  love  ; 
My  work  and  joy  (hall  be  the  fame 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great  is  the  Lord,  his  power  unknown, 

And  let  his  praife  be  great ; 
Til  fing  the  honours  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  fnall  dwell  upon  my  tongue, 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  that  hear  my  iacred  fong 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 

4  Fathers  to  fons  ihall  teach  thy  name, 

And  children  learn  thy  ways ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 

And  nations  found  thy  praife. 

5  Thy  glorious  deeds  of  ancient  date 

Shall  through  the  world  be  known  ; 
Thine  arm  of  pow'r,  thy  heav'nly  fta^e, 
With  public  pleafure  mown. 

6  The  world  is  manag'd  by  thy  hands? 

Thy  faints  are  rul'd  by  love ; 
And  thine  eternal  kingdom  ftands, 
Though  roeks  and  hills  remove. 


I 


lrJ  psalms. 

TSALMGXLV.     vcr.y,^.     Secondare. 
Common  Metre. 
The  gooilnefj  0f  God. 
SWEET  is  the  nem'rv  of  thy  grace 
My  God,  my  beav'nJy  King  ;        ' 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteouinefs 
I»  founds  of  glory  ling. 

*  God  reigns  on  high,  but  ne'er  confines 
Kisgoodnefsto  the  ikies  ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty  ihice< 
Andev'ry  want  fuppiies.  ' 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wai' 

On  thee  for  daily  food  ; 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat 
And  fills  their  mouths  with  good.     ' 

4  How  kind  are  thy  companions,  Lord  ! 

How  flow  thine  anger  moves  i 
But  foon  he  fends  his  pard'iiing  word 
To  cheer  the  fouls  he  loves. 

5  Creatures,  with  all  their  endlefs  race 

Thy  pow'r  and  praife  proclaim 
But  faints,  that  talte  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  bleis  thy  cxme.  ' 

PSALM  CXLV.  ver.  14,   ,7,  &c.  Third  part- 

Common  Metre. 

Mcrcytofuf.rtrs;  or,  God  hearing  prayer. 

1  LEJuev'ry  ^ugue  thy  goodnefs  fpeak, 

ahou  fov'reign  Lord  of  all  ; 
Thy  ftrength'ning  hands  uphold  the  weak, 
And  raife  the  poor  that  fall. 

2  When  forrow  bows  the  fpirit  down 

Or  virtue  lies  diftrefi.M 
Beneath  ^omc  proud  oppreflWs  frowv 
Thou  giy'ft  the  mourners  reft.        ' 


?    Z    A    L   M    S.  079 

2  The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  days, 
And  guides  our  giddy  youth  : 
Holy  and  juft  are  all  his  wa\j, 
And  all  his  words  are  truth. 

4  He  knows  the  pain  his  ferrants  fce)7 

He  hears  his  children  cry, 
And  their  be  ft  wiftie>  to  fulfil 
His  grace  is  ever  nigh. 

5  His  mercies  never  fliall  remove 

From  men  of  heart  fmcere  ; 
Hi  faves  the  fouls  who'e  humble  love 
Is  join'd  with  holy  fear. 
[6  His'ftubborn  foes  his  fword  fliall  flay, 
And  pierce  their  hearts  with  pain  : 
But  none  that  ferve  the  Led  fliall  fay, 
iC  They  fought  his  aid  in  vain. "3 

[7  My  lips'-fiiall  dwell  upon  his  praife, 
And  fpread  his  fame  abroad  ; 
Let-all  the  fons  of  Adam  raife 
The  honours  of  their  God] 
PSALM   CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 
Praife  to  God  for  his  goodnefs.. 

1  pRAISE  ye  the  JLord,  my  heai  t  {hall  join 

In  work  fo  p'eafant,  To  divine  ; 
Now  while  the  flefli  is  mine  abode, 
And  when  my  foul  afcend-s  to  God. 

2  Praife  (hall  employ  my  ncbleft  powers, 
While  immortality  endures:; 

My  days  of  praife  fliall  ne'er  be.paft, 
While  lifo,  and  thought,  and  being  lafl. 

3  Why  fhould  I  wake  a  roan  my  trufl? 
Princes  mi  ft  die  and  turn  to  ditft ; 

Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r^ 
And  thoughts,  .all  vanifli  in  an  hour. 

4  Happy  the  man,  whofe  hopes  relv 
On  Ifrael's-God.-  He  made  the  fey, 


230  PSALMS. 

And  earth,  and  feas,    with  all  their  train  ; 
And  none  Jlia.ll  find  his  promife  vain. 

5  His  truth  for  ever  ftands  feeure  ; 

He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor  ; 
He  fends  the  labVinj*;  eonfcience  peace, 
And  grants  the  prisoner  fweet  releafe. 

6  The  Lord  to  fight  reftores  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  our  finking  mind  ;  '■■ 
He  helps  the  ftranger  in  diftrefs, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs. 

7  He  loves  the  faints,  he  knows  them  well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell; 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,   ever  reigns  ;. 
Praife  him  in  everlafting  (trains. 

PSALM  CXfcV II.     As  the  113th  Pfalm. 

Praife  to  God  for  bis  goodnefs  and  trzith. 

1  J/LL  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  ; 

And  when  my  voice  is  loft  h>  death, 
Praife  (hall  employ  my  nobleft  powers  : 
My  days  of  praife  mail  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  lair, 
Or  immortality  eadures. 

2  Why  fnould  I  make  a  man  my  trufi; 
Princes  mult  die  and  turn  to  duft  ; 

Vain  is  the  help  of  flelh  and  blood; 
Their  breath  departs,  their  pomp  and  pow'r  , 
And  thoughts,  all  vaniih  in  aa  hour  : 

Nor  can  they  make  their  promife  good. 

3  Happj  the  man  whofe  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  :  He  made  the  Iky, 

And  earth,  and  feas^ .with  all  their  train; 
His  truth  for  ever  ftands  feeure  : 
He  faves  th'  opprefs'd,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  lhall  find  his  promife  vain- 

A  The  Lor^hath  eyes  to  give  the  blind  ; 
The  Lord  fupports  the  finking  miud-5  • 


PSALMS.  281 

He  fends  the  laboring  eonfcierce  peace  ; 

He  helps  the  (hanger  in  dirrref>, 

The  widow  and  the  fatherlefs, 

And  grants  the  prisoner  fweet  releafe. 

»  He  loves  his  faints,  he  knows  them  well , 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Let  ev'ry  tongue,   let  ev'ry  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  ; 

Praife  him  in  everlafting  {trains. 
>  I'll  praife  him  while  be  lends  me  breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  loft  in  death," 

Praife  fhall  employ  ray  nobler  pow*J*s: 
My  days  of  praife  fhall  ne'er  be  paft, 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being,    laft, 

Or  immortality  endures. 

PSALM  CXLVH.  Firft  part.    Long  3Vktre. 

The  divine  nature,  providence^  and  grace. 
[  pRAISE  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife 
Our  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praife  : 

His  nature  and  his  works  invite 

To  make  this  duty  our  delight. 

j  The  Lord  builds  up  Jerufalem, 
And  gathers  nations  to  his  name  : 
His  mercy  melts  the  ftubborn  foul, 
And  makes  the  broken  fphit  whole. 

5  He  form'd  the  ftars,  thofe  fceav'nly  flames, 
He  counts  their  numbers,  calls  theirnames  : 
His  fov'reign  wifdom  knows  bo  boand, 
A  deep  where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

\  Great  is  our  Lord,  and  great  his  rnigfct, 
And  all  bis  glories  infinite  ; 
He  crowns  the  meek,  rewards  the  juft, 
And  treads  the  wicked  to  the  dull. 

PAUSE. 

$  Sing  to  the  Lord  exalt  him  high, 
Who  fpread.s  Ids  cloeds  aratmd  the  fkv : 


2§2  PSALMS. 

There  he  prepares  the  fruitful  rain, 
Nor  lets  the  drops  defcend  in  vain. 

6  He  makes  the  grafs  the  hills  adorn, 
And  clothes  the  fmiling  field  with  corn  ; 
The  beads  with  food  his  hands  fupply, 
And  feeds  the  ravens  when  they  cry. 

7  What  is  the  creatures  fkill  or  force, 
The  vig'rous  man,   the  warlike  horfe, 
The  fprighfly  wit,  the  aftive  limb  I 
Are  all  too  mean  delights  for  him. 

8  But  faints  are  lovely  in  his  fight; 
He  views  his  children  with  delight; 
He  fees  their  hope,  he  knows  their  fear, 
And  finds  and  loves  his  image  there. 

PS  ALM  CXLVII.    Second  part.  Long  Metre- 
S-immcr  end  Winter. 

1  LET  Z  ion  praife  the  mighty  God, 

And  make  his  honours  known  abroad; 
For  fweet  the  joy  our  fongs  ta  raire, 
And  glorious  is  the  work  of  praife. 

2  Our  children  live  fecure  and  blefs'd; 
Our  mores  have  peace,  our  cities  reft; 
He  feeds  our  fons  with  fine  ft  wheat, 
And  adds  his  blefiings  to  their  meat. 

3  The  changing  feafons  he  ordains, 
The  early  and  the  latter  rains: 
His  flakes  of  fncw,  like  wool,   he  fends, 
And  thus  the  fpringing  corn  defends. 

4  With  hoary  frofl  he  ftrews  the  ground; 
His  hail  defcends  with  dreadful  found; 
His  icy  band  the  rivers  hold, 
And  terrors  arm  his  wintry  cold. 

5  He  bids  the  warmer  breezes  blow  ; 
The  ice  diffolves,  the  waters  flow  ; 
But  he  hath  nobler  works  and  ways 
To  call  tiis  people  to  his  praife. 


PSALMS.  583 

6  Thro'  all  our  dates  his  laws  are  mown ; 
His  gofpel  through  the  nation  known; 
He  hath  not  thus  reveal'd  his  wonl 
To  ev'ry  land :  Praife  ye  the  Lord. 

P«ALM  CXLVIL    ver.  7— 9,   13,-18. 
Common  Metre. 

71)e  feafons  of  the  year. 

1  ^yiTH  fongs  an  1  honours,  founding  loud, 

Addrefs  the  Lord  on  high, 
Over  the  heav'ns  he  fpreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  veil  the  fky. 

2  He  fends  his  fhow'rs  of  bleiung  down 

To  cheer  the  plains  below; 
He  makes  the  graft  the  mountains  crown 
And  corn  in  vallies  grow. 

3  He  gives  the  grazing  ox  his  meat, 

Rehears  the  ravens'  cry; 
But  man,  who  taftes  his  fined  wheat, 
Should  raife  his  honours  high. 

4  His  fteady  counfels  change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year; 
He  bids  the  fun  cut  ihort  his  race, 
And  wint'ry  day  appear. 

5  His  hoary  frofr,  his  fleecy  fnow. 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground; 
The  liquid  ftreams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

6  When,  from  his  dreadful  ilores  on  high, 

He  pours  the  founding  hail, 
The  wretch  that  dares  his  God  defy 
Shall  find  his  courage  fail. 

7  He  fends  his  word  and  melts  the  fnow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow, 
,And  bids  the  fpring  return. 


28  -'-  P    S    A   L   M    S. 

8    *  :r  cloud, 

oord : 

-  loud, 

Pra    -  rd. 

PSALM    CXLVIII.   Proper  Metre. 
*«/£*     G>*  from  all  cnr.tures. 
1    Ye  ***■,  join 

With  beav'n,  and  earth,  aad  Tea: , 
And  ojfer  notes  divine 
To  your  Creator's  praife. 

Ye  holy  it 
Of  angels  br  t 
In  world*  of  lh 

B  fur,  with  dazzling  ravs, 
:  rules  the  I 
E  :o  your  Makers  praife, 
:  of  twinkling  Ug 
His  pow'r  dec!arer 
Ye  fioods  en  bi| 
Ard  cloud?  that  By, 
In  empty  air. 

3  The  mining  worlds  a 

In  glorious  o.der  ftand, 
Or  in  fwift  rnov- 

By  his  fcprcrne  command 

He  fpake  the  word, 
And  all  their  frame 
From  nothing  came. 

To  praife  the  Lord. 

4  He  tnov'd  their  mighty  wheels 

In  unknown  ages  paft, 
As  each  his  word  fulfils 

bile  time  and  nature  laft. 
In  difPient  ways 
His  works  proclaim 
wond'roos  name, 
And  fpcik  Lis  praife. 


PSALMS. 
P  A  U  S  E. 

Let  all  the  earth-born  race, 

And  monfters  of  the  deep, 
The  fiurthat  cleave  the  Teas, 
Or  in  their  bofom  fleep, 

Frdm  iea  and  Ciore 
Their  tribute  pay, 
And  ftill  difplay  ' 

Their  Maker's  pow'r. 

Ye  vapours,  hail,  and  fnow, 

Praife  ye  th'  almighty  Lord; 
And  ftormy  winds  that  blow 
To  execute  his  word. 

When  lightnings  ihine, 
Or  thunders  roar, 
Let  earth  adore 
His  hand  divine. 
Ye  mountains  near  the  fkies, 

With  lofty  cedars  there, 
And  trees  of  humbler  fize, 
J     That  fruit  in  plenty  bear; 
Beafts  wild  and  tame, 
Birds,  flies,  and  worms, 
In  various  forms, 
Exalt  his  name. 
Ye  kings,  and  judge*,  fear 

The  Lord  the  fov'reign  King; 
And  while  you  rule  us  here, 
His  heav'nly  honors  fing; 

Nor  let  the  dream 
Of  power  and  ftate 
Make  you  forget 
His  pow'r  fuprcmc. 
Virgin-,   and  youths,  engage 
To  found  his  praife  divine, 
While  infancy  and  age 
Tiieir  feeble  yoices  join. 


286  PSALMS- 

Wide  as  be  reigns 
His  name  be  fung 
By  ev'ry  tongue 

In  endlefs  (train?. 

10  J.et  all  the  nations  fear 

The  God  that  rules  above  y 
II?  brings  his  people  near, 
And  makes  them  tafte  his  love. 

While  earth  and  fky 
Attempt  his  piaife, 
But  faints  (hall  raife 
His  honours  high. 

PSALM  CXLVIII.  Parapbrafed.  Long  Metre. 

Ufuverfal  pra'tfe  to  God. 
i   £OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From  diftaut  worlds  where  creatures  dw e!J; 
Let  heav'n  begin  the  folemn  word, 
And  ibund  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 

Note,   This  pfctltn  way  le  fung  to  the  tune  of  the 
eld  1. 1  2th  or  \  lyth  pfulm,  if  tbtfe  tiut  line:  be 
added  to  every  frunza. 
"  Each  of  his  works  his  name  difplays, 
"  But  they  can  ne'er    convplere  the  piaife." 

Otherivifs  it  tnuji  be  fttng  to  the  ufual  tunes  of 
the  Long  Metre. 

2  The  Lord  f  how  abfoJute  he  reigns  ! 

Let  ev'ry  angel  bend  the  knee: 
Sing  of  his  love  in  heavenly  drains, 
And  fpeuk  how  fierce  his  terrors  be. 

3  High  on  a  throne  his  gloried  dwell, 

An  awful  throne  of  fliinihg  felifs: 
Fly  through  the  world,  O  fun,,  and  tell 
How  dark  thy  beams,  compared  to  his, 

4  Awake,  ye  tempefts,  and  his  fame 

In  founds  of  dreadful  pratfe  declare  3 


PSALMS.  287 

Let  the  fweet  wbifper  of  his  name 
Fill  ev'ry  gentler  breete  or"  air. 

Let  clouds,  and  winds,  and  wavesagree 
To  join  their  praife  with  flaming  fire  ; 

Let  the  firm  earth,  and  rolling  fea, 
In  this  eternal  fong  confpire. 

Ye  flow'ry  plains,  proclaim  his  fkill; 

Ye  vallies,  fink  before  his  eye  ; 
And  let  his  praife  from  ev'ry  hill 

Rife,  tuneful,  to  the  neighb'ring  iky. 

Ye  ftubborn  oaks,  and  fiately  pines, 
Bend  your  high  brancher,  and  adore  : 

Praife  him,  ye  beafts,  in  different  {trains  ; 
The  lamb  muft  bleat,  the  lion  roar. 

Ye  birds,  his  praife  muft  be  your  theme, 

Who  form/d  to  fong  your  tuneful  voice  ; 
While  the  dumb  filh,  that  cut  the  ftream, 

In  his  protecting  care  rejoice. 
Mortals,  c\in  ye  refrain  your  tongue, 

When  nature,  all  aronnci  you  fings? 
O!  for  a  fnout  from  old  and  young, 

From  humble  fwains,  and  lofty  kings. 

)  Wide  as  his  vaft  dominion  lies, 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 

Loud  as  his  thunder  Ihout  his  praife, 
And  found  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

[  Jehovah  !  'tis  a  gloiious  word  ! 

O  may  it  dwell  on  ev'ry  tongue  ! 
But  faints,  who  beft  have  known  the  Lord 

Are  bound  to  raife  the  nobleft  fong. 
1  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  ev'ry  chord} 
From  all  below,  and  all  above, 

Sing  uallelnjabs  to  the  Lord. 


288  PSALMS. 

PSALM  CXLVIII.     Short  Metre. 
Vniverfal  praife. 

1  LET  ev'ry  creature  join 

To  praife  th'  eternal  God; 
Ye  heav'nly  hofts,   the  fong  begin, 
And  found  his  name  abroad. 

2  Thou  fun  with  golden  beams 

And  moon  with  paler  rays,' 
Ye  ftarry  lights,  ye  twinkling  flames, 
Shine  to  your  Maker's  praife. 

3  He  built  thofe  worlds  above, 

And  nVd  their  wond'rous  frame: 
By  his  command  they  ftand  or  move, 
And  ever  fpeak  his  fame. 

4  Ye  vapours  when  ye  rife, 

Or  fall  in  fhow'rs  or  fnow  : 
Ye  thunders,  murm/ring  round  the  fkies, 
.    His  pow'r  and  glory  fhow. 

5  Wind,  hail,  and  flaming  fire, 

Agree  to  praife  the  Lord, 
When  ye  in  dreadful  ftorms  confpire 
To  execute  his  word. 

6  By  all  his  worlcs  above 

His  honours  be  ejcprefs'd, 
But  faints,   that  tafte  his  faying  Jove, 
Should  ling  his  praifesbeft. 
Pause  the  firft. 

7  Let  earth  and  ocean  know 

They  owe  their  Maker  praife  ; 
Praife  him  ye  wat'ry  worlds  below, 
And  monfters  of  the  feas. 

8  From  mountains  near  the  fkv 

Let  his  high  praife  refound — 
From  humble  fhrubs,   and  cedars  high, 
And  vales  and  fields  around. 


P    S    A    L    M    S-  289 

Ye  lions  of  the  wood, 

And  tamer  beafts  that  graze, 
Ye  Jive  upon  his  daily  food, 

And  he  expech  your  praife. 
10  Ye  birds  of  lofty  wing, 

On  high  his  praifes  bear; 
Or  fit  on  fWry  boughs,  and  Gog 

Your  Maker's  glory  there. 
Ye  reptile  myriads,  join 

T'  exalt  his  glorious  name  ; 
And  flies,  in  beauteous  forms  that  fftine, 

His  wondrous  ikill  proclaim. 
12  By  all  the  earth  born  race, 

His  honours  be  exprefs'd; 
But  faints,  that  know  his  heavenly  grace, 

Should  learn  to  praife  him  be  ft." 

pause  the  fecond. 

3  Monarchs  of  wide  command 

Praife  ye  th'  eternal  King 

Judges,   adore  that  foy'reign  hand, 
Whence  all  your  honours  fpring. 

4  Let  vig'rous  youth  engage 

To  found  his  praifes  high; 
While  growing  babes  and  withering  age 
Their  feebl*  voices  try. 

5  United  zeal  be  mown 

His  wcnd'rous  fame  to  raife ; 

God  is  the  Lord;  his  name  alone 

Deferves  oar  endlefs  praife. 

6  Let  nature  join  with  art, 
And  all  pronounce  bim  ble#, 

But  faints,   that  dwell  fo  near  his  heart, 
Should  fmg  his  praifes  bed. 


N 


29°  P   S    A   L   M    S« 

PSALM  CXL1X.     Common  Metre. 

Praife  Go  4,  all  bis  faints;  or,  The  faints  judging 
the  -world. 

i   ^\LL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice, 
And  let  your  fongs  be  new; 
Amidft  the  church  with  cheerful  voice 
His  later  wonders  fhew. 

2  The  Jews,  the  people  of  his  grace, 

Shall  their  Redeemer  fing; 
And  Gentile  nations  join  the  praife, 
While  Zion  owns  her  King. 

3  The  Lord  takes  pleafure  in  the  juft, 

Whom  finners  treat  with  fcom  • 
The  meek,   that  lies  defpis'd  in  dud, 
Salvation  fhall  adorn. 

4  Saints  mould  be  joyful  in  their  King, 

E'en  on  a  dying  bed: 
And  like  the  fouls  in  glory  fing, 
For  God  fhall  raife  the  dead. 

5  Then  his  bigh  praife  fhall  fill  their  tongues, 

Their  hand  fhall  wield  the  fword  : 
And  vengeance  fhall  attend  their  fongs, 
Ti.e  vengeance  of  the  Lord. 

6  When  Chi ift  his  judgment  feat  afcends, 

And  bids  the  world  appear, 
Thrones  are  prepar'd  for  all  his  friends, 
Who  humbly  lovM  him  here. 

7  Then  fhall  they  rule  with  iron  rod, 

Nations  that  dar'd  rebel  ! 
And  join  the  fentence  of  their  God, 
On  tyrants  doom'd  to  hell. 
$  The  royal  fmr.er,  bound  in  chains, 
New  triumph  mall  afford; 
Such  honour  for  the  faints  remains: 
Praife  ye,  and  fear  the  Lord. 


PSALMS.  291 

PSALM  CL.     ver.  1,2,  6.     Common  Metre. 
Afong  of  praife. 

1  IN  God's  own  houie  pronounce  his  praife, 

His  grace  he  there  reveals  j 
Toheav'nyour  joy  and  wonder  raifc, 
For  there   his  glory  dwells. 

2  Let  all  your  facred  pafijons  move, 

While  you  rehearfe  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  faving  love 
Your  higheft  praife  exceeds. 

3  All  that  have  motion,  life,  and  breath, 

Proclaim  your  Maker  blefs'd  ; 
Yet  when  my  voice  expires  in  death, 
My  foul  fiiall  praife  him  belt. 

TheCHRISTIAN  doxology. 

Long  Metre. 
'TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 

And  God  the  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Be  honor,  praife  and  glory  giv'n 
By  all  on  earth,  and  all  in  heav'n. 

Common  Metre. 
T  ET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

And  Spirit,  be  ador'd, 
Where  there  are  works  to  make  him  known, 

Or  faints  to  ferve  the  Lord. 

Common  Metre.     Where  the  tune  includes  tw9 
ft  an  z  as. 
I. 
•THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd 

Who  calls  our  foul  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new  creating  breath. 
II. 
To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  3II  divine, 


PSALMS. 
The  One  in  three,  and  Three  in  one 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 

Short  Metre. 
Y^  angels,  round  the  throne, 

And  faints  that  dwell  below, 
Worfhip  the  Father,  praife  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too. 

As  the  nyb  Pfalm. 
£JOW  to  the  great  and  facred  Three, 
The  Father,  Sou,  and  Spirit  be 
Eternal  praife  and  glory  giv'n, 
Thro'  all  the  worlds  where  God  is  known 
By  all  the  angels  near  his  throne, 

And  all  the  faints  in  earth  and  hear'ru 

As  the  l&tbPfalm. 
TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Perpetual  honours  raife  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son, 

To  God  the  Spirit  praife  : 
With  all  our  powers, 
Eternal  King, 
Uhyname  tofing, 
While  faith  adorer 


T  I  X  I 


T     A     I     L  E 

To  fad  any  Psalm  by  the  first  link. 

A 

Fagt 

ALL  ye  that  love  the  Lord  rejoice  2<p 

Almigkty  Ruler  of  the  Ikies  1  7 

Awake,  my  for.],  to  found  his  praife  2C9 
Along  the  banks  where  BabeFs  current  flows  zb\ 
Amiolft  thy  wrath,  remember  lo\o 

Among  th'  aiTemblies  of  the  greal  1  5-. 

Among  the  princes,  earthly  gods  1 5^ 

And  will  the  God  of  grace  153 

Are  all  tke  foes  of  Zion  fools  1  :.\ 

Are  finners  now  fo  fenfelefs  grown  25 

Arife,  my  gracious  God  31 
Awake,  ye  faint?,   to  praife  your  Kmg       zS'j 

Almighty  God,   appear  and  fave.  2j 

B 

Bekold  the  lofty  fky  36 

Behold  the  love,  the  ger/ious  iove  66 

Behold  the  morning  fun  37 

Behold  the  fure  foundaticn-ftone  225 
Beheld  thy  waiting  fervant,  Lord 

Behold  u;,  Lord,  and  let  our  cry  105 

Behold,  O  God,  what  cruel  foes  1  s~> 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne  187 

fejefs,  O  nay  foul,  the  living  God  192 

Bieft  are  the  fons  of  peace  256 

Bleft  are  the  fouls  who  Lear  and  know  164 

Bieft  are  the  undefil'd  in  heart  2?A 


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Bleft  is  the  man,  for  ever  bleft  59 

Bleft  is  the  man  whofebreaft  can  move  79 

Bleft  is  the  man  who  ftiuns  the  place  3 

Bleft  is  the  nation  where  the  Lord  61 

C 

Children,  in  years  and  knowledge  young  64 

Come,  children,  learn  to  fear  the  Lord  6$ 

Come,  found  his  praife  abroad  1 79 

Come,  let  your  voicesjoin  to  raife  f8o 

Conlidev  all  my  forrows,  Lord  237 

D 

David  rejoic'd  in  God  his  ftrength  42 

Deep  in  our  hearts  let  us  record  i33 

E 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay  U3 

Exait  the  Lord  our  God  1S6 

F 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known  89 

Father,  I  fing  thy  wond'rous  grace  1  29 

Father,  I  bleft  thy  gentle  hand  240 

Firm  was  my  health,  my  day  svas  bright  55 

Firm  and  unmov'd  are  they  247 

From  foes  that  round  us  rife  it"> 

From  age  to  age  exalt  his  name  204 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  fides  2  22 

From  deep  diftrefs  and  troubled  thoughts  253 

Forever  blefTed  be  the  Lord  275 

Forever  fhall  my  fong  record  j6i 

Fools,  in  their  hearts,  believe  and  fay  25 

G 

God  is  the  Lord,  the  heav'nly  King  T2i 

God  of  my  childhood,  and  my  youth  1 33 

God,  ray  fupporter,  and  my  hope  i37 

God  in  his  earthly  temple  lays  i6:> 

God  is  the  refuge  of  his  faints  86 

pod  of  my  life,  look  gently  down  75 

God  of  my  mercy  and  my  praife  209 

pod  of  eternal  love  j  2°3 


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he  reigns  above 
Give  thanks  to  God,  invoke  his  name 
Give  thanks  to  God,  the  fov'reign  Lord 
Give  thanks  to  God  moft  high 
Give  to  our  God  immortal  praife 
Give  to  the  Lord,  ye  fons  of  fame 
Great  is  the  Lord  ;  his  works  of  might 
Great  God,  attend  to  my  complaint 
Great  God,  indulge  my  humble  claim 
Great  is  the  Lord  our  God 
Great  God,  the  heav  Vs  well  order'd  frame  39 
Great  God,  how  oft  did  Ifrael  prove 
Great  Shepherd  of  thine  Ifrael 
Great  God,  attend  while  Zion  fings 
Great  God,  whofe  univerfal  fway 
Great  is  the  Lord,  exalted  high 

H 

Happy  the  city,  where  their  fons 
Happy  the  man,  whofe  cautious  feet 
Happy  is  he  that  fears  the  Lord 
Had  not  the  God  of  truth  and  love 
Hear  me,  O  God,  nor  hide  thy  face 
Hear  what  the  Lord  in  vifion  faid 
Help,  Lord,  for  men  of  virtue  fail 
He  that  hath  made  his  refuge  God 
He  reigns  ;  the  Lord,  the  Saviour  reigns 
High  in  the  heav'ns,  eternal  God 
How  pleafant,  how  divinely  fair 
How  bleiVd  the  man  to  whom  his  God 
How  long  will  thou  conceal  thy  face 
How  fad  their  guilt  and  forrows  rife 
How  (hall  the  young  fecure  their  hearts 
How  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
How  pleased  and  blefs'd  was  I 
How  awful  is  thy  chaining  rod 
How  pleafant  'tis  to  fee 
I 
Jf  God  fucceed  not,  all  the  coft  2  [9 


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It  God  to  build  the  houfe  deny  250 

Inhafte,  O  God,  attend  my  call  131 

In  Judah  God  of  old  was  known  143 

In  anger,   Lord,  do  not  chaftife  12 

In  all  my  vafli  concerns  with  thee  269 

In  thee,  great  God,  with  fongs  of  praife  41 

In  God's  own  houfe  pronounce  his  praife  291 

Is  there  ambition  in  my  heart  253 

It  is  the  Lord  our  Saviour's  hand  J91 

I  fet  the  Lord  before  my  face  1  3j 

I  waited  patient  for  the  Lord  76 

I  lift  my  ibul  to  God  49 

I  will  extol  thee,  Lord,  on  high  55 

I  love  the  Lord,  he  heard  my  cries  220 

I'll  fpeak  the  honours  of  my  King  84 

I'll  praife  my  Maker  with  my  breath  280 

I'll  blefs  the  Lord  from  day  to  day  64 

Juft  are  thy  ways,  and  true  thy  word  34 

Judge  me,  O  God,  and  plead-fuy  caufe  8r 

judges,  who  rale  the  world  by  laws  109 

Judge  me,  O  Lord,  and  prove  my  ways  51 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come  185 

Jefus,  our  Lord,  afcer.d  thy  throne  21  r 

Jefus  lhall  reign  where'er  the  fun  13  j 

Jehovah  reigns  he  dwells  in  light  1  75 

L 

Lord,  thou  haft  fearch'd  and  feen  me  thro'  266 

Lord,   when  I  count  thy  mercies  o'er  271 

Lord,  what  is  man,   poor  feeble  man  275 

Lord,  I  will  blefs  thee  all  my  days  63 

Lord,  I  am  thine  ;  but  thou  wilt  prove  3t 

Lord,  thou  haft  feen  my  foi.l  fin  cere  33 

Lord,  I  am  vile,  conceived  in  fin  ico 

Lord,  I  would  fpread  my  fore  diftrefs  102 

Lord,   thou  haft'fcourg'd  our  guilty  land  1 1  1 

Lord,  when  thou  didft  afeend  on  high  J  2£ 

Lord,  what  a  thoughtlefs  wretch  was  I  138 

Lord,  thou  haft  caii'd  thy  grace  to  mind  ij;8~ 


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Lord  of  the  worlds  above  1 57 

Lord,  lean  fuffer  thy  rebukes  i? 

Lord,  what  was  man  when  made  at  firft:  18 

Lord,  we  have  heard  thy  works  of  old  81 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray  tj 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  malt  hear  ibid 

Lord,  I  have  made  thy  word  my  choice  232 

Lord,  thou  haft  heard  thy  fervant  cry  223 

Lord,   if  thine  eyes  fnrvey  our  faults  169 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  171 

Lord,  "'tis  a  pleafant  thing  to  ftand  174 

Lord,  I  efteera  thy  judgments  right  23? 

Let  Zion  in  her  KJBg  rejoice  86 

Let  finners  take  their  courfe  107 

Let  God  ariie  in  ail  his  might  124 

Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds  146 

Let  ev'ry  tongue  thy  goodneis  fpeak  27o 

Let  Zion  praiie  the  mighty  God  282 

Let  ev'ry  creature  joiii  288 

Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raife  181 

Let  earth,  with  ev'ry  ifle  and  fea  184 

Let  Zion  and  her  fons  rejoice  192 

Let  all  the  Heathen  writers  join  231 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  fight  256 

Lo,  what  a  glorious  Curner-iione  225 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  2P6 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  blefs  thy  name  277 

M 

,My  Saviour  and  my  King  83 

My  fpirit  finks  within  me,  Lord  8o 

My  fpirit  looks  to  God  alone  1  1  2 

My  God,  in  whom  are  all  the  fprings  109 

My  God,  my  everiafting  hope  1  32 

My  Saviour  my  almighty  Friend  ibid 

My  foul,  how  lovely  is  the  place  1  56. 

My  never-ceafing  fong  iliall  lhow  \Gz 

My  God,  how  many  are  my  fears  8 

My  truft  is  in  my  heav'nly  Friend  14 


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My  God,  permit  my  tongue  i  j6 

My  foul,  repeat  his  praife  195 

My  foul,   thy  great  Creator  praife  196 

My  God,  confider  mydiftrefs  235 

My  foul  lies  cleaving  to  the  duft  238 

My  God,  accept  my  early  vows  272 

My  righteous  Judge,  my  gracious  God  273 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praife  276 

My  heart  rejoices  in  thy  name  57 

My  God,  the  fteps  of  pious  men  72 

My  refuge  is  the  God  of  love  2r 

My  God,  what  inward  grief!  feel  269 

My  fhepherd  is  the  living  Lord  45 

My  fhepherd  will  fupply  my  need  46 

Maker  and  fov'reign  Lord  5 

Mercy  and  judgment  are  my  fong  187 

Mine  eves  and  my  defire  r3 

N 

Now  be  my  heart  infpi     d  to  fing  84 

Now  (hall  my  folemn  vows  be  paid  123 

Now  let  our  lips,  with  holy  fear  12S 

Now  I'm  convinced  the  Lord  is  kind  136 

Now  may  the  God  of  pow'r  and  grace  40 

Now  from  the  roaring  lion's  rage  44 

Now  let  our  mournful  fongs  record  45 

Not  to  ourfelves,  who  are  but  diifc  2 18 
Not  to  onr  names,  thou  only  Juft  and  True  219 

No  fleep  nor  flumber  to  his  eves  255 

O 

Of  jnftice  and  of  grace  I  ixp.g  Tg8 

«-0  Lord,  our  Lord,  how  wond'rous  great  16 

O  God,  to  whom  revenge  belongs  177 

O  all  ye  nations  praife  the  Lord,  22  [ 

O  how  I  love  thy  holy  law  230 

O  that  the  Lord  would  guide  my  ways  231 

O  that  thy  ftatutes  ev'ry  hour  237 

Otbou  whofe  grace  and  juftice  reign  245 

O  happy  man,  whofe  foul  is  fiU'd  J  250 


A      TABLE, 

Page 

O  thou  that  hear' ft  when  Tinners  cry  ioi 

O  God  of  merjcy,  hear  my  call  !o3 

,0  Gjd,  my  refuge,  hear  my  cries  105 

O  thou,  whofejuftice  reigns  on  high  107 

O  what  a  ftiff  rebellious  houfe  1 47 

X)  God  of  my  falvation,  hear  16  r 

O  Lord,  how  many  are  my  foes  <J 

O  God  of  grace  and  righteoufnefs  10 

O  Lord,  oar  heav'nly  King  15 

O  blefs  the  Lord,  my  foul  194 

•Oh  blefled  fouls  are  they  58 

Oh  happy  nation,  where  the  Lord  62 

Oh  for  a  fhout  of  facred  joy  87 

Our  God,  our  help  in  ages  paft  168 

Out  of  the  deeps  of  long  diftref  252 

P 

Praife  waits  in  Zion,  Lord,  for  thee  rr9 

•Praife  ye  the  Lord,  my  heart  (hall  join  279 

Praife  ye  the  Lord  :  'tis  good  to  raife  z8r 

Praife  ye  the  Lord,  exalt  his  name  258 

Preferve  me,  Lord,  in  time  of  need  28 

Protect  us,  Lord,  from  fatal  harm  271 

R 

Remember,  Lord,  our  mortal  flare  166 

Rejoice,  ye  righteous,  in  the  Lord  6o 

Return,  6  God  of  love,  return  170 

S 

.Shew  pity,   Lord;  O  Lord  forgive  99 

Sing,  all  ye  nation^,  to  the  Lord  122 

)3ing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name  178 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  diftant  lands  i8r 

Sing  to  the  Lord  aloud  152 

Shine,  mighty  God,  on  Zion  fliine  123 

Save  me,  O  God,  the  fwelling  floods  126 

Save  me,  O  Lord,  from  every  foe  29 

Sure  there's  a  righteous  God  1 39 

Salvation  is  for  ever  nigh  t  5y 

Songs  of  immortal  praife  belong  2i£ 


A      TABLE. 

See  what  a  living  ftone  225 

Sweet  is  tlie  mem'ry  of  thv  grace  «7S 

Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King  173 

Soon  as  I  heard  niy  Father  fay  52 
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To  our  almighty  Maker,  God  184 

To  God,   the  great,  the  ever  bleiTed  202 

To  heav  n  I  lift  my  wailing  eyes  242 

To  thee,  O  Lord,  I  raife  my  cries  53 

To  thee,  O  God  of  truth  and  love  56 

To  God  I  made  my  furrows  known  273 

To  thine  almighty  arm  we  owe  35 

To  thee,  before  the  dawning  light  227 

To  God  I  cry'd  with  mournful  voice  144 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  47 

The  earth  for  ever  is  the  Lord's  48 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light  52 

The  heav'ns  declare  thy  glory,  Lord  38 

The  King  of  faints,  how  fair  his  face  85 

The  Lord,  the  Judge,  before  his  throne  92 
The  Lord,   the  judge,  his  churches  wains     94 

The  Lord,  the  Sov'reign,  fends,   &c.  95 

The  praife  «f  Zion  waits  for  thee  1  j  7 

The  God  of  our  ialvation  hears  118 

The  man  is  ever  blefs'd  4 

The  Lord  appears  my  helper  now  222 
The  Lord  of  glory  reigns,  he  reigns  on  high  175 

The  Lord  jfhovah  reigns  I  76 

The  Lord  is  come,  the  heav'ns  proclaim  182 

The  God  Jehovah  reigns  183 

The  Lord,  how  wond'rous  are  his  ways  193    ' 

The  Lord,  the  fov'reign  King  106 
:  wonders,  Lord,   thy  love  has  wrought    7$ 

-  will  I  love,  O  Lord,  my  ftrength  v 

Thy  works  of  glory,   mighty  Lord     "  207 

Thy  mercies  fill  the  earth,  O  Lord  22"> 

Thy  name,  almighty  Lord  2„ . 

Xhus  God,  th'  eternul  Father,  fpake.  210 


A      TABLE. 

P*ge 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  Your  work  is  vain  77 

Thus  faith  the  Lord,  The  fpacious  fields  93 

Thus  I  refolv'd  before  the  Lord  74 

Thus  the  great  Lord  of  earth  and  fea  210 

'Twas  in  the  watches  of  the  night  114. 

'Twas  for  our  fake,  eternal  God  *3© 

'Tis  by  thy  ftrength  the  mountains  ftand  iao 

■'Twas  from  thy  hand,  my  God,  I  came  268 

This  fpacious  earth  is  all  the  Lord's  4$ 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made  224 

Th'  Almighty  reigns,  exalted  high  183 

Thro'  ev'ry  age,  eternal  God  167 

Thou  art  my  portion,  O  my  God  228 

Thou  God  of  love,  thou  ever  bleft  240 

Think,  mighty  God,  on  feeble  ma*  166 

Teach  me  the  meafure  of  my  days  74 

That  man  is  blefs'd,  who  Hands  in  awe  213 

Thrie-e  happy  man  who  fears  the  Lord  214 

U 

Up  to  the  hills  I  lift  mine  eyes  341 

Upward  I  lift  mine  eyes  243 

Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hill  247 

Up  from  my  youth,  may  Ifrael  fay,  251 

Vain  man,  on  foolifh  pleafures  bent  205 

W 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  265 

With  fongs  and  honours,  founding  loud  283 

With  earneft  longings  of  the  mind  79 

With  reverence  let  the  faints  appear  ,63 

w>Vith  my  whole  heart  I'll  raife  my  fang  18 

With  my  whole  heart  I've  fought  thy  face  236 

While  I  keep  fdence,  and  conceal  60 

While  men  grow  bold  in  wicked  ways  68 

Will  God  for  ever  caft  us  off  140 

When  man  grows  bold  in  fin  69 

When  God  is  nigh,  my  faith  is  ftrong  a9 

When  God  reftor'd  our  captive  ftate  248 

When  God  reveal'd  his  gracious  name  ibid 


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When  I,  with  pleafing  wonder  {land  2;o 

When  Chrift  to  judgment  fhall  defcend  93 

When  overwhelmed  with  grief  it» 

When  Ifrael  finn'd,  the  Lord  reprov'd  148 

When  the  great  Judge,  fupreme  and  juft  19 

When  God,  provok'd  with  during  crimes  208 

When  Ilrael,  freed  from  Pharaoh's  hand  oM 

When  pain  and  anguifh  feize  me,  Lord  2  39 

Why  mould  I  vex  my  foul,  and  fret  70 

Why  do  the  wealthy  wicked  boaft  7l 

Why  fhould  the  mighty  make  their  boaft  ioj 

Why  do  the  proud  afTiiult  the  poor  9t 

Why  doth  the  man  of  riches  grow  go 

Why  has  my  God  my  foul  forfook,  4* 

Why  mould  the  haughty  hero  boaft  102 

Why  did  the  nations  join  to  flay  ^ 

Why  did  the  Jews  proclaim  their  rage  7 

Why  doth  the  Lord  depart  fo  far  20 

Would  you  behold  the  works  of  God  2C£ 

What  fhall  I  render  to  my  God  22r 

Who  will  arife  and  plead  my  right  i7a 

Who  fhall  exhibit  in  thy  hill  ^ 

Who  fhall  afcend  thy  heav'nly  place  27 

We  blefs  the  Lord,  the  juft,  the  good  izg 

We  love  thee,  Lord,   and  we  adore  o? 

Wheie  fhall  we  go  to  feek  and  find  254 

Where  fhall  the  man  be  found  r0 

Y 

Ye  fons  of  men,  a  feeble  race  i72 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice  186 

Ye  that  delight  to  ferve  the  Lord  215  ' 

Ye  fervants  of  th' almighty  King  216 

Ye  that  obey  the  immortal  King  257 

Ye  holy  fouls,  in  God  rejoice  62 

Ye  tribes  of  Adam,  join  284 

Ye  fons  of  pride  that  hate  the  juft  91 

Yet,  faith  the  Lord,  if  David's  race  165 


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HYMN  I.     Common  Metre. 

A  new  fong  to  the  Lamb  that  -was /lain.    Rev.  v 
6,  8,  9,  10,  12. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 
JJ  A  mid  ft  bis  Father's  thrones 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his  name 

And  fongs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worfnip  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around  ; 

"With  vials  full  of  odours  fweet, 

And  harps  of  Tweeter  found. 

3  Thofe  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  faints, 

And  thefe  the  hymns  they  raife  ; 
Jefus  is. kind  to  our  complaints, 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praile. 

4  [Eternal  Father,  who  fhall  look 

Into  thy  fecret  will  ? 
Who  but  the  Son  {hall  take  that  book, 
And  open  ev'ry  feaU 

5  He  ftiall  fulfil  thy  great  decrees, 

The  Son  deferves  it  well ; 
Lo,  in  his  hand  the  fov'reign  keys 
Of  heav'n  and  death,  ano"hell!] 


4  H  y  m  n  s    and         B.  I. 

6  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  flain 

Be  endfefs  blefUngs  paid  ; 
Salvation,  glory,  joy,   remain 
For  ever  on  thy  head. 

7  Thou  baa  redeem'd  our  fouls  with  blood, 

Halt  fet  the  prisoners  free, 
Haft  made  us  kings  and  priefts  to  God, 
And  we  mail  reign  with  thee. 

8  The  worlds  of  nature  and  of  grace 

Are  put  beneath  thy  pow'r*; 
Then  fhorten  thefe  delaying  day?, 
And  bring  the  promis'd  hour.  * 

HYMN    II.     Long  Metre. 

The  deity  and  humanity  of  Chrifl.  John  i.  r    5 
M;  and  Col.  i.  16  ;  and  Epii.  iii.,o    10.  ' 

i  £RE  the  blue  heav'ns  were  ftretch'd  abroad* 
From  evei iafting  was  the  Word  : 
With  God  he  was  •  the  Word  was  God 
And  mnft  divinely  beadoi'd. 
.2  By  his  own  pow'r,  were  all  things  made 
By  him  iupportcd  all  thing';  {{and; 
He  is  the  whole  creation's  bead, 
And  angels  fly  at  his- command. 

3  Ere  fin  was  born,   or  Satan  fell, 
lie  fed  the  holts  of  morning  ftars, 
(Thy  generations  who  can  tell, 

Or  count  the  number  of  thy  years?) 

4  B>3t,  lo,  he  baves  thofe  bea\  V,y  forms 
The  Word  de'cends  and  dwells  in  clay  ' 
That  he  may  hold  converfe  with  worms 
DrefsM  in  fuch  feeble  flelh  as  they. 

5  Mortals,  .with  joy  beheld  his  face 
Th'  eternal  F.athpr's  only  Son  ; 

How  full  of  truth!    how  full  ot'gr2ce! 
When  thro'  lis  eyes  the  Godhead  ibon^t 


B.I.      Spiritual  Songs.  a 

6.  Archangel?  have  their  high  abode 
Uj  learn  new  myiteries  here,  and  tell 
'fie  love  of  our  defcending  God, , 
The  glories  of  Immanuel. 

HYMN  III.     Short  Metre. 

The  nativity  of  Cbrift.  Luke  i.  yj.  &ei  Luke  i. 
10.  &c. 

1  gEHOLD  the  grace  appears, 

The  promife  is  fulfilled; 
Mary  the  wond'rous  virgin  bears 
.  And  Jefus  is  the  child. 

2  [The  Lord,  the  higheft  God, , 

Calls  him  his  only  Son;  . 
He  bids  him  rule  the  lands  abroad, 
And  gives  him  David's  throne. 

3  O'er  Jacob  mall  he  reign 

With  a  peculiar  fway; 
The  nations  fhall  bis  grace  obtain, 
His  kingdom  ne'er  decay.] 

4  To  bring  the  glorious  news, 

A  heavenly  form  appears ; 
Be  tells  the  fhepherds  of  their  joys., 
And  banifhes  their  fears. 

5  Go,  humble  ftvains,  faid  he, 

ToDavid's  city  fly, 
The  promised  infant,  born  to  day, 
,  Doth  in  a  manger  lie. 

6  With  looks  and  heart  ferene, 

Go  vifit  Chrift  your  Kiag : 
And  ilraight  a  flaming  troop  was  feen; 
The  fhepherds  heard  them  fing  : 

7  Glory  tqGod  on  high  I 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good  will  to  men,  to  angels  joy, 
At  the  Redeemer's  biiih. 


6  Hymns    and         B.  J. 

8  [In  worfaip  Co  divine 

Let  faints  employ  their  tongue", 
With  the  eeletlial  hoft  we  join, 
And  loud  repeat  their  longs. 
9  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

And  heav'nly  peace  on  earth, 
Good  will  to  men,   to  angels  joy, 
At  our  Redeemers  birth] 

II  YMN  IV.     Referred  to  the  zd  pfalm. 

HYMN    V.     Common  Metre. 

Sucmijjion  to  ajjl'ftive  providences.      Job  i.  21, 
i  J^AKED  as  from  the  earth  we  came, 
And  crept  to  life  at  firft, 
We  to  the  earth  return  again, 
And  mingle  with  the  dull. 

2  The  dear  delights  we  here  enjojy, 

And  fondly  call  our  own, 
Are  but  fliort  favors  borrowed  now, 
To  be  repaid  anon. 

3  'Tis  God  that  lifts  our  comforts  high, 

Or  fink  them  in  the  grave, 
He  -gives,  and  (blslTed  be  his  name  \ 
He  takes  but  what  he  gave. 

4  Peace,  all  oar  angry  paffions  then, 

Let  each  rebellious  figh 

Be  filsntat  his  fov'reign  will, 

And  ev'ry  murmur  die. 

5  If  f;uil '  ng  mercy  crowns  our  lives, 

Jts  p   ai.'cs  Qiall  be  fpread, 
And  w  e'll  adore  the  juftice  too 
That  ilrikes  ouv  comforts  dead. 

II  YN  M   VI.     Commom  Metre. 
Triumph  over  death.     Job  xix.   25,  26,  27< 
i    QKEAT  God,  I  own  thy  fentence  juft, 
,An<J  aavcrt-nV-tft  dee«$  ; 


B.  I.     Spiritual  Songs.  7 

£  yield  my  body  to  the  duft, 
To  dwell  with  fellow  clay. 

2  Yet  faith  may  triumph  o'er  the  grave, 

And  trample  on  the  tombs ; 
My  Jefus,  my  Redeemer,  live:, 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  comes. 

3  The  mighty  conqu'ror  (hall  appear 

High  on  a  royal  feat, 
And  death,  the  laft  of  all  his  foes, 
Lie  vanquiftVd  at  his  feet. 

4  Though  greedy  worms  devour  my  fkin, 

And  gnaw  my  wafting  flefti, 
When  God  fhall  build  my  bones  again, 
He'll  clothe  them  all  afrefh  : 

5  Then  (hall  I  fee  thy  lovely  face 

With  ftrong  immortal  eyes, 
And  feaft  upon  thy  unknown  grace 
With  pleafure  and  fnrprife. 

HYMN    VII.     Common  Metre. 

The  invitation  of  the  gofpel ;   or,  fpiritual  food- 
in?  and  clothing.     Ifa.lv.   J,  2.  &c. 

i  LET  ev*r?  ra°rtal  ear  attend, 
~*  And  ev'ry  heart  rejoice, 
The  trumpet  of  the  gofpel  founds 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho!   all  ye  hungry  flarved  fouls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind, 
x\nd  vainly  frrive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  an  empty  mind  : 

3  Eternal  wifdom  has  prepaid 

A  foul-reviving  feaft, 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provifion  tafte. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  ftream'?, 

A  r.  A  pine  a  w  i  y.  ;i nd  C  \:  -, 


8  H  \   m  n  s    and  B.  V 

Here  you  may  quench  your  raging  th:rft 
With  fprings  tint  never  dry. 

5  Rivers  of  love  and  mercy  here 
In  a  rich  ocean  join; 
Salvation  in  abundance  flows, 
Like  floods  cf  milk  and  wiae. 
f>  [Ye  periihiug  and  naked  poor, 
Who  work  with  mighty  pain, 
To  weave  a  garment  of  your  own, 
'I  bat  will  not  hide  your  fin; 
7  Come,  naked,  and  adorn  your  fouls 
la  robes  prepai'd  by  God, 
Wrought  by  the  labours  of  his  Son, 
Aid  dyed  in  his  blood  ] 
H  Dear  God!   the  treafures  of  thy  love, 
Are  everlafling  mines, 
Deep  as  our  belplefs  mis'rie*  are 
And  boun-ilefs  as  our  fins ! 
<•)  Thy  happy  gates  of  gofpe]  grace 
Stand  open  ni^ht  and  day: 
Lord  we  are  come  to  feek  fupplie-t, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

HYMN     VIII.     Common  Metre- 

The  fifth  and  prot.'£t':oti  of  the  church.  Ifa.  xxvi. 

i,  2,  3,4,  5,  6. 

i   £[OW  honorable  is  the  p'ace, 

Wnere  we  adoring  frand, 

Zion,   the  glory  of  the  earth, 

And  beauty  of  the  land ! 

2  Bulwarks  of  mighty  grace  defend 

The  ciry  where  we  duel! ; 
The  walls  of  ftrong  falvatiou  made, 

Defy  th'  affaultaof  hell. 
■3    Lift  up  the  everlafting  gates, 

The  doors  v.  ide  opee  fling, 


B.  I.      Spiritual  S o k  g  s> 

Enter  ye  nations  that  obey 
The  ftatutes  of  our  King. 

4  Here  (hall 'you  tafte  unrningled  joy, 
And  live  in  perfect  peace  ; 
You  that  have  known  Jehovah's  name, 
And  ventured  on  his  grace. 
3  Truft  in  the  Lord,  for  ever  truft, 
And  banifh  all  your  tears ; 
Strength  in  the  Lord  Jehovah  dwells, 
Eternal  as  his  years. 

6  What  thro'  the  rebels  dwell  on  high, 

His  arm  fhall  bring  tbern  low  ; 
Low  as  the  caverns  of" the  grave 
Their  lofty  heads  (hall  bow. 

7  On  Babylon  our  feet  (hall  tread, 

In  that  rejoicing  hour; 
The  ruins  of  her  walls  (hall  fpread, 
A  pavement  for  the  poor. 

HYMN  IX.     Common  Metre. 
The  prottt'fes  of  the  covenant  of  grace ,  Ifa-  W.  I, 
2.  Zech.  xiii.  I.    Mie.  vii.  19.  Ezek.  xxxvi, 
25.  .&c.-- 
1  |N  vain  we  lavilh  out  bur  lives, 
To  gather  empty  wind  ; 
The  choiceft  blemngs  earth  can  yield 
Will  ftarve  a  hungry  mind. 

3  Come,  and  the  Lord  ihall  fili  our  foub. 
With  more  fubitantial  meat, 
With  fuch  as  faints  in  glory  love, 
With  fuch  ns  angels  eat. 

3  Our  God  will  ev'ry  want  fupply, 

And  fill  our  hearts  with  peace  ; 
He  gives,  by  covenant  and  by  oath, 
The  riches  of  his  grace. 

4  Come,  aad  he'll  cleanfe  our  fpotted  foul, 

And  v/aih  away  our  ftaio;  A  2 


3  0  H  v    M   n    S     and  B.  j 

In  the  dear  fountain  that  his  Son, 

Poui'd  from  his  dying  veins. 

.5  [Our  guilt  (hall  vanifh  all  awav, 

Tho'  black  as  hell  before; 

Our  fins  mall  fink  beneath  the  fea 

And  mail  be  found  no  more. 

6  And  left  pollution  fhould  o'erfpread 

Our  inward  powers  again, 
His  Spirit  fliall  bedew  our  fouls 
Like  purifying  rain-] 

7  Our  heart,  that  filthy,  fitibborn  thin-r 

That  terrors  cannot  move, 
That  fears  no  threat'nings  of  his  wrath 
Shall  be  diflolv'd  by  love:  '     * 

8  Or  he  can  take  the  flint  awav 

That  would  not  be  refined, 
And,  from  the  treafures  of  his  grace 
Beftow  a  fofter  mind. 

9  There  fhall  his  facred  Spirit  dwell 

And  deep  engrave  his  law, 
And  ev'ry  motion  of  our  fouls 
To  fwift  obedience  draw. 

.10  Thus  will  he  pour  falvation  down 
And  we  fhall  render  praife; 
We  the  dear  children  of  his  love, 
Aad  he  our  God  of  grace. 

HYMN  X.     Short  Metre. 

Tht  bhjfeiinefs    of  ^sf pel  times  ;   or,  The  revels 
tton  of  Chnft  to  Je  ws  and  Gentiles.      1  fa.  v    2 
7,  8,  9,  10.     Matth.  xiii.  16,  17. 
1   H0w  Deatiteous  are  their  feet 
Who  (land  on  Zion's  hill, 
Who  bring  falvation  with  their  tongues, 
And  words  of  peace  reveal ! 
f.  How  charming  is  their  voice. 
How  fweet  the  tidings  are  ! 


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«  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour  King, 
**  He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  How  happy  aTe  oureen, 

That  hear  this  joyful  found, 
Which  kirigS  and  prophets  waited  for 
Ami  fought,  but  never  found  '• 

4  HoWblefled  are  our  eye1:, 

That  fee  this  heav'uly  Light  ! 
Prophets  and   kings  delired  it  long, 
But  dy'd  without  the  fight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerufaleni  breaks  forth  in  fongs  . 
And  defarts  learn  the  joy. 
^  The  Lord  mnkes  bare  his  arm 
Through  all  the  earth  abroad  ; 
Let  e\'ry  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saf'bur  and  their  God. 

HYMN    XI.     Long  Metre. 

/ 7v  hitn:ble  enlightened,  and  cirntll  reafon  h  . 

bled;  ar,Thefovereignty  of  grace.  Luke  x.  2  i , 

i   THERE  was  an  hour  when  Thrift  rejoie'd,  ■ 
And  fpoke  his  joy  in  words  of'praifc; 
««  Father,  1  thank  thee,  mighty  God, 
M   Lord  of  the  earth,   and  hcav'ns,  and  feas. 

2   "   I  thank  thy  fov'reijrn  pow'r  and  love, 
u  That  crowns  my  doctrine  with  lucre  fs ; 
'<  And  make  the  babe  in  knowledge  learn 
«  The  heights,  and  breadths,  and  lengths  of 
grace. 

2    u   ?>ut  all  this  glory  lies  conccal'd 

<<  From  men  of  prudence  and  of  might, 
«  The  prince  of  darknefs  blinds  their  eyes, 
<<   And  their  owns  pride  refifts  the  light. 

4  »   Father,  'tis  thus,  becanfe  thy  will 
»<  Chafe  and  ordain'd  it  flnuld  be  fo ) 


:2  H  y  m  n  s    and         R.  I. 

"  'Tis  thy  delight  t'  abufe  the  proud, 
™  And  lay  the  haughty  fcorner  low. 

5  "  There's  none  can  know  the  Father  right 
"  But  thofe  who  learn  it  from  the  Son," 

"  Nor  can  the  Son  be  well  receiv'd 

"  But  where  the  Father  makes  bim  known." 

6  Then  let  our  fouls  adore  our  God, 
That  deals  his  graces  as  he  pleafe  ; 
Nor  gives  to  mortals  an  account, 
Or  of  his  actions  or  decrees. 

HYMN  XII.     Common  Metre. 
Free  grace  in  revealing  Chrift.     Luke  x..2i. 
i    TESUS,  the  man  of  conftant  grief, 
J   A  mourner  all  his  days, 
His  Spirit  once  rejoic'd  aloud, 
And  turn'd  his  joy  to  praife. 

2  "  Father  I  thank  thy  wond'rous  love, 

"  That  hath  reveal'd  thy  Son 

14  To  men  unlearned  j   and  to  babes 

"  Has  made  thy  gofpeljtnown. 

3  "  The  myfr'ries  of  redeeming  grace 

"   Are  hidden  from  the  wife, 
"  While  pride  and  carnal  reasonings  join 
"  To  ftvell  and  blind  our  eyes.'"' 

4  Thus  doth  the  Lord  of  heav'n  and  earth 

His  great  decrees  fulfil, 
And  orders  all  his  works  of  grace, 
By  his  own  fov'reign  will. 

HYMN    XIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Son  of  God  incarnate  ;   or,  The  titles  and  tie 

kingdom  of  Chrift.     Ifa.  ix.  2r  6,  7. 
4  'J'HE  lands  that  long  in  darknefs  Jay, 
Now  have  beheld  a  heav'nJy  light, 
Nation's  that  fat  in  death's  cold  fhade, 
Are  bit- A' J  with  beams  divinely  bright. 


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2  The  virgin's  promis'd  Son  is  born; 
Behold  th'  expected  child  appear; 
What  fhall  his  name  or  titles  be? 
The  Wonderful,  The  Counfellor. 

3  [This  infant  is  the  mighty  God, 
Come  to  be  fuckled  and  ador'd  ; 
The  eternal  Father,  Prince  of  Peace, 
The  Son  of  David,  and  his  Lord,  j 

4  The  government  of  earth  and  feas 
Upon  his  moulders  fliall  be  laid; 
His  wide  dominion  fhall  increafe, 
And  honours  t«  his  name  be  paid. 

5  Jefus,  the  holy  child,  fliall  fit 
High  on  his  father  David's  throne, 
Shall  crufh  his  foes  beneath  his  feet, 
And  reign  to  ages  yet  unknown. 

HYMN  XIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  faith  ;   or,  Chrif.'s  unchangeable 
leve.     Horn.  viii.  33,  &c. 

1  \^HO  fhall  the  Lord's  elect  condemn  ? 

>Tis  God  that  jaftifies  their  fouls, 
And  mercy,  like  a  mighty  ftreani, 
O'er  all  their  fms  diviNelv  rolls. 

2  But  who  fhall  judge  the  faints  to  hell  ? 
'Tis  Chrift  that  fuffer'd  in  their  ftead  ; 
And  the  falvation  to  fulii', 

Behold  hira  rifing  from  the  dead. 

3  He  lives !  he  lives !  and  fits  above, 
For  ever  interceding  there  : 

Who  fhall  divide  us  from  his  love, 
Or  what  could  tempt  us  to  defpair? 

A  Shall  perfecution  or  diflrefs, 
Famine,  orfword,  or  nakedne-fs? 
He  that  hath  Jov'd  us  bears  us  through, 
Ar.d  makes  us  more  than  conqu'ror's  too- 


w 


14  Hymns    and         B.  L 

5  Faith  has  an  overcoming  pow'r, 
It  triumphs  in  a  dying  hour  : 
Chrift  is  our  lite,   our  joy,   our  hope, 
Nor  can  we  fink  with  inch  a  prop. 

6  Not  all  that  men  on  earth  can  cjo, 
Nor  pow'rs  on  high,  nor  pow'rs  below, 
Shall  caufe  his  mercy  to  remove, 

Or  wean  our  hearts  from  Chrift  our  lave. 

HYMN    XV.     Long  Metre. 
Our  own  weaknefs,  and  Chrift  our  jirength. 
2  Cor.  xii.   7,  9,  10. 
t   LET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  fay, 

"  Strength  (hall  be  equal  to  the  day;" 
Then  I  rejoie'd  in  deep  diftrefs, 
Leaning  on  all  fufficient  grace. 

2  I  glory  in  infirmity, 

That  Christ's  own  pow'r  may  reft  on  me ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  ftrong, 
Grace  is  my  fhield,  and  Chrift  my  fane. 

3  I  can  do  all  thing1:,   or  can  bear 
All  fufFrings,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleafurcs  mingle  with  the  pain:,, 
While  his  left  hand  my  head  fuftains. 

4  But  if  the  Lord  be  once  withdrawn, 
And  we  attempt  the  work  alone  ; 

When  new  temptations  fpring  and  rife, 
We  find  how  great  our  weaknefs  is. 

5  So  Sampfim,  when  his  hair  was  loft, 
Met  the  Philiftines  to  his  coft  ; 
Shook  his  vain  limbs  with  fad  furprife, 
Mads  feeble  fight,  and  loft  his  eyes. 

HYMN  XVI.     Common  Metre. 

Hof.uinj  to  Chrift.     MaUh.  xxi.  9.     Luke  xix. 

38,    40. 
1    ftOS  \NNA  to  the  royal  Son 
Of  David's  ancient  line  ! 


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His  nature  two,   his  perfon  one, 
Myflerious  and  divine. 

2  Tbe  rc;jt  of  David  heie  we  find, 

And  offspring,  is  the  fame  ; 
Ererniry  and  time  are join'd 
In  our  Immanuel's  name. 

3  B'.efs'd  he  that  comes  to  wretched  men 

With  peaceful  news  from  heav'n! 
Hofannas,    of  the  higheft  ftrain, 
To  Chrift  the  Lord  be  giv'n  ! 

4  Let  mortals  ne'er  refufe  to  take 

Th'  hofanna  on  their  tengues, 
Left  rocks  and  ftones  mould  rife,  and  break 
Their  filence  into  fongs. 

HYMN    XVII,     Common    Metre. 
Victory  over  death,      l  Cor    xv.   55,  &.c. 

1  Q  FOR  an  overcoming  faith, 

To  cheer  my  dying  hours, 
To  triumph  o'er  the  raonfter  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  pow'rs  ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  ftrength  I  have, 

My  quiv'ring  lips  mall  fing, 
"  Where  is  thy  boafted  vift'ry,  grave  ? 
And  where  thy  inonfter's  fling?" 

3  If  fin  bepardon'd  IV.  fecure, 

.  Death  has  no  fting  befide, 
The  law  gives  fin  its  damning  pow'r ; 
But  Chrift  my  ranfom  dv'd. 

4  Now  to  the  God  of  victory 

Immortal  thanks  be  paid, 
Who  makes  ns  conqu'rors  while  we  die, 
Thro'  Chrift  our  living  head. 
HYMN    XVIII.     Common  Metre, 
Blcjfed  arc  tbe  deadikat  die  in  the  Lord. 
I»ev.   xiv.    13. 
!  l^EAR  what  the  v°i':e  from  lieav'n  proclaims 
For  al!  the  pious  dead, 


'6  H  y  m  n  s    and         B.  I, 

Sweet  is  the  favour  of  their  names, 
And  loft  their  Heeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jefus  and  are  b'efs'd; 

How  kind  their  (lumbers  are  ! 
From  fuff'rings  and  from  fins  released, 
And  freed  from  ev'ry  fnare. 

3  Far  from  the  world  of  toil  and  ftrife, 

They're  prafent  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  large  reward. 

HYMN  XIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  [ong  of  Simeon;   or,  Death  made  defirable. 
Luke  i.  27,  &c. 

1  T  ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 

As  happy  Simeon  came, 
And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here; 
O  make  our  joys  the  fame. 

2  With  what  divine  and  vaft  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  fill'd, 
When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms 

He  cia'fp'd  the  holy  child  : 
g  "  Now  I  can  leave  the  world,"  he  crypd, 

"  Behold  thy  fervant  dies; 
"  I've  feen  thy  great  falvation,  Lord, 

*'  And  clofe  my  peaceful  eyes. 

4  "  This  is  the  light  prepared  to  fhine,  - 

"  Upon  the  Gentile  land?, 
•«  Thine  Kraal's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
«'  To  break  their  ftavifh  bands." 

5  [Jefus !   the  vifion  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpow'ring  charms ! 
Scarce  mall  I  feel  death's  cold  embrace, 
Jf  Chiiftbein  my  arms. 

6  Then  will  ye  hear  my  heart-ftriugs  break, 

How  fweet  ray  minutes  roll! 


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A  mortal  palenefson  my  cheek, 
And  glory  in  my  foul.] 

HYMN    XX.     Common  Metre. 

Spiritual  apparel,  viz.  the  robe  of  right couftufs, 
And  garment  of  falv.it ion.     I  fa.  Ixi.   id. 

1    AWAKE  my  lieart,  arife  my  tongue, 
Prepare  a  tuneful  voice  ; 
In  God,  the  life  of  all  my  joys, 
Aloud  will  I  i-ejoice. 
•  '  Tis  he  adorn'd  my  naked  foul, 
And  made  falvation  mine  ; 
LTnon  a  poor  polluted  worm 
He  makes  his  graces  (hine. 

3  And  left  the  fhadow  of  a  fpot 

Should  on  my  foul  be  found, 
He  took  the  rube  the  Saviour  wrought, 
And  caft  it  all  around. 

4  How  far  the  heav'nly  robe  exceeds 

What  earthly  princes  v.  ear  ! 
Thefe  ornaments  how  bright  they  fhine  ! 
How  white  their  garments  are  ! 

5  Thy  Spirit  wrought  my  faith,  and  love, 

And  hope,  and  ev'ry  grace  ; 

But  Jefus  fpent  his  life  to  work 

The  robe  of  righteoufnefs. 

6  Strangely,  my  foul,  art  thou  array'd 

By  the  great  facred  Three! 
In  fweeteft  harmony  of  praife 
Let  ail  thy  pow'rs  agree. 

HYMN  XXI.     Common  Metre. 

A  vifion  of  the  kingdom  of  Chriji  among  men. 
Rev.  xxi.    1,  2,  3,  4- 

t   J^O  !  what  a  glorious  fight  appears 
~*  To  our  believing  eyes ! 


18  '  H  y  m  n  s    and  B.  I. 

The  earth  and  fea  are  palVd  away, 
And  the  old  rolling  fkies. 

2  From  the  third  heav'n,  where  God  refides, 

That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerufalem  comes  down,. 
Adorn'd  with  mining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  ftiout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  fing, 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  facred  feat 
il  Of  your  descending  King. 

4  «  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 

44  Removes  his  bleft  abode; 
11  Men,  the  dear  objefts  of  his  gracer 
44   And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  **  His  own  foft  hand  fhall  wipe  the  tears 

44  From  ev'ry  weeping  eye  ; 
"  And  pains,   and  groans,  and  griefs,  and 
44  And  death  itfelf  fhall  die."  [fears, 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  O  how  long  ! 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay  ! 
Fly  fwifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time, 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

HYMN  XXII.  and  XXIII.     Referred  to  the 
[2  $tb  ffaim. 

HYMN    XXIV.      Long  Metre. 
The  rich  pnner  djh;g.     Pfal.    x!ix.  0,  9.     Eccl. 

>  iii.  8.     Job  iii.   14,  15. 
1    ]N  vain  the  wealthy  mortals  toil, 

And  heap  their  mining  duft  in  vair, 
Look  down  zvd  fcorn  the  humble  poor, 
And  boaft  their  lofty  hills  of  gain. 

1  Their  golden  cordials  cannot  eafe 
Their  pained  heart?  or  aching  heads, 
Nor  ft  i;iht,  nor  bribe  approaching  death, 
From  glitt'ring  roofs  and  downy  Ueds. 


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3  The  ling'ring,  th'  unwilling  foul, 
The  difmal  fummons  mule  obey, 
And  bid  a  long,  a  fad  farewel, 
To  the  pale  lumps  of  lifelefs  clay. 

4  Thence  they  are  huddled  to  the  grave, 
Where  kings  and  (laves  have  equal  thrones ; 
Tbeir  bones,  without  diftinction,  He 
Among  the  heaps  of  meaner  bones. 

The  reft  referred  to  the  tyh  Pfahn. 

HYMN  XXV.     Long  Metre. 

Avifion  tf  the  Lamb.     Rev.  v.  6,  7,  8,  9. 
1    ALL  mortal  vanities  begone, 

Nor  tempt  ray  eyes,  nor  tire  my  ears  ; 

Behold,  arcidft  the  eternal  throne 

A  vifion  of  the  Lamb  appears, 
a  [Glory  his  fleecy  robe  adorns, 

Mark'd  with  the  bloody  death  he  bore  ; 

Sev'n  are  his  eyes,  and  fev'n  bis  horns, 

Tofpeak  his  wifdom,  and  his  pow'r. 

3  Lo,  he  receives  a  fealed  book 
From  hini  that  fits  upon  the  throne  ; 
Jefus,  my  Lord,  prevails  to  look 

On  dark  decrees,  and  things  unknown-] 

4  All  theaffembling  faints  around 
Fall  worshiping  before  the  Lamb, 
And,  in  new  longs  of  gofpel  found, 
Addrefs  their  honours  to  his  name. 

$  Thejo'\   the  fljout,   the  harmony, 
Fiies  o'er  the  everlafting  hills  ; 
"  Worthy  art  thou  alone/'   they  cry, 
«    to  read  the  book,  to  loofe  the  feais." 

k  Cktr  voices  join  the  hsav'nlv  ftra'.n, 

anfporting  pleafure,  firig, 
•Lanb,   that  one?    was    (laja, 

Tub,'  o.j.-   feaca?T  and  oar  Lv^ij. 


7ks  Hymns  and  B.  U 

7  His  words  of  prophecy  reveal 
Eternal  counsels,  deep  defigns  r 
His  grace  and  vengeance  (hall  fulfil 
The  peaceful  and  the  dreadful  lines. 

8  Thou  haft  redeemed  our  fouls  from  hell 
With  thine  invaluable  blood  ; 

And  wretches  that  did  once  rebel 
Are  now  made  fav'rites  of  their  God. 

9  Worthy  for  ever  is  the  Lord, 
That  d/d  for  treafons  not  his  own, 
By  ev'ry  tongue  to  be  ador'd, 

And  dwell  upon  his  Father's  throne. 

HYMN  XXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Mope  of  heaven  ty  the  refurreftiouef  Qkrift. 

i  Pet.  i.  3,  4,  5- 

1  ^LESS'D  be  the  everlafting  God, 

The  Father  of  oor  Lord  ; 
Be  his  abounding  mercy  prais'd, 
His  niajefty  ador'd. 

2  When  from  the  dead  he  raised  his  Son, 

And  call'd  him  to  the  iky, 
He  gave  our  fouls  a  lively  hope 
That  they  fliould  never  die. 

3  What  though  our  inbred  (in  require 

Our  flefh  to  lee  the  duft, 
Yet  as  the  Lord,  our  Saviour,  rofe, 
So  all  his  followers  muft. 

4  There's  an  inheritance  divine, 

Referv'd  againft  that  day  ; 
'Tis  uncorrupted,  undenTd, 
And  cannot  wade  away. 

5  Saints,  by  the  pow'r  of  God,  are  kept 

'Till  the  falvation  come  ; 
We  walk  bv  faith,  as  (hangers  here, 
'Till  Chiift  fball  call  us  home. 


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HYMN  XXVII.     Common  Metre. 

jijfurance  of  heaven  ;  or,   A  faint  prepaid  to  die* 

1  Tirr      -   6,  7,  8,   \'S. 

1  j~T)EATIi  ma    diifolve  my  body  uowc, 
•>•       And  bear  my  fpi'rft  borne  ; 

Why  do  my  minutes  move  fo  llow, 
Nor  my  falvation  come  ? 

2  With  heav'nly  weapons  I  have  fought 

The  battles  of  the  Lord  ; 
FiniftVd  my  courfe,  and  kept  the  faith, 
And  wait  the  fure  reward.] 

3  God  has  laid  up  in  heav'n  for  me 

A  crown  which  cannot  fade,; 
The  righteous  Judge,  at  that  great  day, 
Shall  place  it  on  my  head. 

4  Nor  hath  the  King  of  grace  decreed 

This  prize  for  me  alone  ; 
But  all  that  love  and  long  to  fee 
Th'  appearance  of  his  Son. 

5  Jefus,  the  Lord,  mall  guide  me  fafe 

From  ev'ry  ill  defign  ; 
And  to  his  heav'nly  kingdom  take 
This  feeble  foul  of  mine. 

6  God  is  my  everlafting  aid, 

And  hell  fhall  rage  in  vain  ; 

To  him  be  higheft  glory  paid, 

And  endlefs  praiie.     Amen. 

HYMN  XXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  of  Chriji  over  the  enemies  of  the 

church.     Ifa.  lxiii.  r,  2,  3,  &c. 

1  WHAT  n»gnty  man,  or  mighty  God 
0    Comes,  travelling  in  ftate, 
Along  theldumea  road, 
Away  from  3ozrah's  gate  I 


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2  The  glory  of  his  robes  proclaim 

"Tis  fome  victorious  King  : 
'"TisI,  thejaft,  the  Almighty  One, 
4t  That  your  faivation  bring." 

3  Why,  mighty  Lord,  thy  faints  inquire. 

Why  thine  apparel's  red  ? 
And  all  thy  vefture  ftain'd,   like  thofe 
Who  in  the  wine-prefs  tread  ? 

4  "  I  by  myfelf  have  trod  the  prefs, 

44  And  crufh'd  my  foes  alone  ; 
I  "  My  wrath  hath  ftruck  the  rebels  dead, 
"  My  fury  ilamp'd  them  down. 

5  «  >Tis  Edom's  blood  that  dyes  my  robes 

M  With  joyful  fcarlet  fiaius ; 
"  The  triumph  that  my  raiment  wears 
44  Sprung  from  their  bleeding  veins. 

6  "  Thus  (hall  the  nations  bedeftroy'd 

44  That  dare  infult  my  faints; 
"  I  have  an  arm  f  avenge  their  wrongs, 
"  An  ear  for  their  complaints." 

HYMN    XXrx.     Common  Metre. 

The  triumph  c/ChriJl ;  or,  the  ruin  of  Antichrift. 

Vets  4,  5,  6,  7. 
i   ll  \  Lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord,' 
44  Where  Antiehrift  has  flood  j 
44  The  city  of  mv  g»fpel  foes 
*<  Shall  be  a  field  of  blood. 

2  *4  My  heart  has  fludied  juft  revenge, 

44  And  now  the  day  appears,* 
<4  The  day  of  my  redeern'd  is  come, 
44  To  wipe  away  their  tears. 

3  u  Quite  weary  is  my  patience  grown, 

44  And  bids^my  fury  go  : 
"  Swift  as  the  lightning  it  mall  move, 
44  And  be  as  fatal  too. 


B.  I.        Spiritual  Songs.         23 

4  "  I  call  for  helpers,  but  in  vain  : 
"  Then  has  my  gofpel  none  ? 
"Well,  mine  own  arm  has  might  enough, 
"  To  crufh  my  foes  alone. 

5  "Slaughter,  and  my  devouring  fword, 
"  Shall  walk  the  ftreets  around, 
11  Babel  fhall  reel  beneath  my  ftroke, 
"  And  ftagger  to  the  ground.'' 
4  Thy  honours,  O  victorious  King  ! 
Thine  own  riglit  hand  fhall  raife, 
While  we  thy  awful  vengeance  fkig, 
And  our  deliv'rer  praife. 

H  Y  M  N  XXX.     Long  Metre. 
Prayer  for  deliverance  anfw  ere  d.  I/a.  xxvi.  8— 20- 
\   TN  thine  own  ways,  O  God  of  love, 
We  wait  the  vifits  of  thy  grace  ; 
Our  fouls  defire  is  to  thy  name, 
And  the  remembrance  of  thy  face. 

2  My  thoughts  are  fearching,  Lord,  for  thee, 
'Mongft  the  black  fhades  of  lonefome  night ; 
My  earneft  cries  falute  the  fides, 

Before  the  dawn  re  (tore  the  light. 

3  Look  how  rebellious  men  deride 
The  tender  patience  of  my  God  ; 
But  they  fhall  fee  thy  lifted  hand, 
And  feel  the  fcourges  of  thy  rod. 

4  Hark  !  the  Eternal  rends  the  iky, 
A  mighty  voice  before  him  goes, 
A  voice  of  mufick  to  his  friends, 
But  threatening  thunder  to  his  foes. 

5  Come,  children  to  your  Father's  arms, 
Hide  in  the  chambers  of  my  grace 
'Tilltbe  fierce  florin  be  overblown, 
And  my  revenging  fury  ceafe. 

6  My  fword  fhali  boaft  its  thoufands  flain," 
And  drink  the  blood  of  haughty  kings, 


24  H  Y  M  N  s   and  B.  I. 

While  Imv'nly  peace  around  my  flock 
Stretches  its  foftand  fhady  wings. 

HYMN  XXXI.     Referred  to  the  \Ji  Pfalm. 

H  Y  M  N  XXXI L     Common  Metre. 
Strength  fromheaven.  Ifa.  xl.  27,  2K,   29,  30. 

1  \y  HENCE  do  our  mournful  thoughts  arife  ? 

And  where's  our  courage  fled  I 
Has  reftlefs  fin,  and  raging  hell, 
Struck  all  our  ccmfortsdead. 

2  Have  we'forgot  th'  Almighty  name, 

That  form'd  the  earth  and  fea  ? 
And  can  an  all-creating  ami 
Grow  weary  or  decay? 

3  Trcafures  of  everlafling  might 

In  our  Jehovah  dwell  ? 
He  gives  the  conqueft  to  the  weak, 
And  treads  their  foes  to  hell. 

4  Mere  mortal  pow'r  mall  fade  and  die, 

Ard  youthful  vigour  ccafe  j 
But  we  that  wait  upon  the  Lord, 
Shall  feel  our  ftrength  increafe. 

5  The  faints  fhall  mount  on  eagles'  wings 

And  tafte  the  promised  blii"?, 
'Till  their  unwearied  feet  arrive 
Where  perfe<ft  pleafure  is.r 
HYMN  XXXIII.  XXXIV.    XXXV.  XXXVT. 
XXXVII.  XXXVIII.  Referred  to  Pf,i!ml2i% 
l24,  67,   73,  <P,  and  84- 

HYMN  XXXIX.     Common  Metre. 
God's  tender  care   of  his  church.     Ifa     yJix    12 
14,  Sec.  /  ' 

1   ]V^O\V  mail  my  inward  joys  ari/e 
And  burft  into  a  fong  ; 
Almighty  love  infpires  my  heart- 
Andpleafurjs  tune  my  tor:g<.]<^., 


B.I.      Spiritual  Songs.  25 

2  God  on  his  thirfty  Zion  hill 

Some  mercy  drops  has  thrown, 
And  folemn  oaths  has  bound  his  love 
To  fnower  fkSyation  down. 

3  Why  do  we  then  indulge  our  fears, 

Sufpicions,  and  complaints; 
Js  he  a  God,   and  mall  his  grace, 
Grow  weary  of  bir  faints  ? 

4  Can  a  kind  woman  e'er  forget 

The  infant  of  her  womb, 
And  'mong  a  thoufand  tender  thoughts 
Her  fuckling  have  no  rocra  ? 

5  "  Yet,"   faith   the  LoVd,    "  mould   nature 

"  And  mothers  monflers  prove-    reliance. 
"  Zion  mall  dwell  upon  the  heart  '° 

"   Of  everlafling  love. 

6  «  Deep  on  the  palms  of  both  my  hand; 

"  I  have  engrav'd  her  name; 
"  My  hands  fhall  raife  her  ruin'd  walls, 
"   And  build  her  broken  frame." 

HYMN  XL.     Long  Metre. 
The   bufutefs  and   bhjjcdnef;  of  glorified    fairts 
Rev.   vii.    13,  ,4j  15)&c  - 

1  W^T  h«PPy  men,  or  angels,  thefe, 

wl     T'ia,t.Ja11, tl,eir  rob?*  are  fpotJfcft  white* 
Whence  did  tfcis  glorious  trooo  arrive 
At  the  pure  realms  of  heav'nly  light  ? 

2  From  tortVing  recks,  and  burning  fires 
And  feas  ot  their  owr,  blood,  they  came 
But  nobler  blood  has  wafh'd  t^  rooeV 
Howmg  from  Chrift  the  dying  Lamb.     ' 

3  wirh  ih Z  ,P?/°aCh  th'  AIlHiShtv  throne 
With  loud  hofannas,  night  ard  dav, 
Sweet  anthems  to  the  great  Three-Ore.  ' 
Meafure  their  bleft  eternity.  ' 

B 


16  Hymns    and  B.  I. 

4  No  more  (hall  hunger  pain  their  fouls; 
He  bids  their  parching  thirft  be  gone, 

And  fpreads  the  fh?.do\v  of  his  wings 
To  fcreen  them  from  the  feorehiog  fun. 

5  The  Lamb  that  fills  the  middle  throne, 
Shall  fhed  around  his  milder  beams; 
There  fhall  they  feaft  on  his  rich  love, 
And  drink  full  joys  from  living  ftreams. 

6  Thus  fhall  their  mighty  blifs  renew, 
Thro*  the  vaft  round  of  endlefs  years, 
And  the  foft  hand  of  fov>  reign  grace 

Heals  all  their  wounds,  and  wipes  their  tears. 

HYMN    XLI.     Common  Metre. 

The  fame ;  or,Tbe  martyr*  glorified.     Rev.  vii. 
13,  &e. 

1  'THESE  glorious  minds  how  bright  they  fliine: 

Whence  all  their  bright  array  ? 
How  came  they  to  the  happy  feats 
Of  everlafting  day? 

2  From  tert'riug  pains  to  endiefs  joys, 

On  iiery  wheels  they  rode, 
And  itrangcly  wafh  their  raiment  white 
In  Jefus  dying  blood. 

3  Now  they  approach  a  fpotlefs  God, 

And  bow  before  his  throne  ; 
Their  warbling  harps  and  facred  fongs, 
Adoie  the  Holy  One. 

4  The  unveii'd  glories  of  his  face 

Among  Lis  faints  refide, 
While  the  rich  treasures  of  his  grace 
Seeo  al!  their  wants  fopply'd. 
5  Tormenting  thirfi.  (hall  leave  their  fouls, 
.  And  hunger  flee  as  faft  ; 
The  fruit  of  life's  immortal  Tree 
Shall  b*e  their  fweet  repaft. 


B.  I.  S  p  I  Pv  I  T  6  A  L    S  ON  G  S. 

6   The  Lamb  mail  lead  his  heavmly  flee] 
Where  living  fountains  rife, 
And  love  divine  ftiaii  wipe  away 
All  forrows  from  their  eves. 

HYMN  X  Lit      Com m on  Me  t  re . 

Divine  wrath  and  mercy.      From  Nabuui 


27 


2,  3,  &c. 

ADORE  an 

d/treroble,  for 

ou 

r  God 

*  Is  a  *<^> 

•fuming  fire  ; 

Htejealrfus  ( 

-■>  .  .-.;-  wra.:i 

inll 

a  me 

And  raile 

his  vengeance 

hu 

<her. 

2  Alrrfrghty  vengeance  how  it  burns; 

How  bright  his  fury  glows  ! 
Vaft  magazines  o{  plagues  and  {terms 
Li?  tre&furd  for  his  foes. 

3  Thofe  heaps  of  wrath,  by  flow  degrees, 

Are  forced  i  ^to  a  flame, 
But  kindled,  Oh  !   how  fierce  they  blaze 
And  rend  a!i  nature's  frame. 

4  At  his  approach  the  mountains  flee, 

And  feek  a  wat'ry  grave  ; 
The  frighten  fea -makes  hafie  away, 
And  (brinks  up  ev'ry  wave.  . 

5  Thro*  the  wide  air  ihe  weighty  rocks 

Are  fwift  as  haiMtones  hurl'd  : 
Who  dares  engage  his  fi'r'y  rage, 
That  (hakes  the.folid  world! 

6  Ye*-,  mighty  God  !   thy  fov^eign  grace. 

Sits  regent  on  the  throne, 
The  refuge  of  thy  chofen  race 

When  wrath  Go'ites  rufhing  dawn. 
_7  Thy  hasd  fliail  on  rebellious  kings 

A  fi'ry  tempeit  pour, 
While  we,  beneath  thy  melr/rir>g  wings, 

Thy  j  nil  revenge  adore. 

H:b.  xii.   29, 


23  H  v  M  N   s    and  B.  I. 

II  Y  M  N   &L1II.     Referred  to  the  iooth  Pfalm. 

H  Y  M  N    XLI V.      Kcfered  to  the  I  Z^d  Pfiltn. 

II  Y  M  N    XLV.     Comjuon  Metre. 
The  Lift  j 'id "meat     R.ev.  xx.   5,  6,  7,  8. 

1  CEE  where  the  great  incarnate  God 

Fills  a  majeftic  throne, 
Y/hile  from  the  fkies  his  awful  voice 
B^ars  the  lalt  judgment  down.    . 

2  ! ""  I  am  the  Firft,  and  I  the  La-ft, 

<•>  Thro'  endlefs  years  the  fame  ; 
"  I  AM, — is  my  memorial  dill, 
*«   And  my  eternal  na;i;e. 

3  «'  Such  favours  a",  a  God  can  give, 

t«   My  royal  grace  beftows; 
«,«  Ye  rhirity  fouls,  come  tafte  the  ftreams" 
"   Where  life  and  pleafn re   flows.] 

4  [u  The  faint  that  triumphs  o'er  his  fins 

"  I'll  own  him  for  a  fbn; 
11  The  whole  creation  fhal!  reward 
•  il  The  conqueft  he  has  won. 

5  "  But  bloody  hands,   and  hearts  unclean., 

"    And  ail  the  lying  race, 
i(   The  faithlefs  and  the  fcoffing  crew, 
"  That  fpum  at  ofFei'd  grace  ; 

6  "  They  lhall  be  taken  from  my  fight, 

"  Bound  faft  in  iron  chains, 
*'   And  headlong  plung'd  into  the  laJte, 
*<  Where  fire  and  brimflone  reigns."] 

7  O  may  I  fraud  before  the  Lamb 

When  earth  and  feas  are  fled  ! 
And  hear  the  Judge  pronounce  my  name, 
With  blefiings  on  my  head. 

8  May  I  with  thofe  for  ever  dwell, 

Who  here  were  my  delight, 


B.  I.  oP TR 1  T  U  A  L   S  O  N  G  S.  29 

While  fmners  banifhed  clown  to  hell, 
No  more  ■  ftend  my  fight. 

I#VMN    XLVI-    and  XLVII.      Referred  to 

Pfalm  14^,  ««^  3- 

HYMN    XLVIII.     Long  Metre. 

J**?  CVriftjmrace.     Ifa.  xl.   28,  29,  30,  31.. 

1  AWAKE  our  fouls  (away  our  fears, 

Let  ev'ry  trembling  thought  be  gone) 
Awake,  and  run  the  heav'nly  race, 
And  put  a'cheeiful  courage  on. 

2  True  Vis  a  ftraight  and  thorny  road 
And  mortal  fpirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 
That  feeds  the  ftrength  of  ev'ry  faint. 

3  The  mighty  God,   \vhore  ma1  chiefs  pou'r, 
Is  ev'r  Dew  and  ever  young, 

And  firm  eudu-e-.,  while  endlefs  years 
Their  everlafting  circles  run. 

4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  fpri/ig, 
Our  fouls  mail  drink  a  frefh  ftrpply, 
While  fuch  as  trud  their  riarive  ftrength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  the  eagle  cuts  the  air, 
We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode; 
Oa  wings  of  love  our  fouls  fhall  8y, 
Nor  tire  a{nridft  the  heav'nly  road. 

HYMN    XLIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  works  ofMofes  an.i  the  Lamb.     Rev.  sv.  3. 

1  UOW  ftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  ! 

Who  would  no\t  fear  thy  name  ! 
Jefus,  how  fweet  thy  graces  are  ! 
Who  would  not  love  the  Lamb? 

2  He  has  done  move  tha^Mores  did  ; 

Our  Prophet  and  our  King  I 
From  bonds  of  hell  he  freed  our  fouls, 
And  taught  our  lips  to  Ping. 


30  H  y  m  n   s   and  B.  I. 

3  In  the  R?d  Sea,  by  Mofes'  hand, 

i  he  Egyptian  hod  was  drown 'd; 
But  his  own  blood  hides  all  our  fins, 
And  guilt  no  m  ore  is  found. 

4  When  thro'  the  defart  Ifrael  went, 

With  manna  they  were  fed  ; 
Onr  Lord  invites  us  to  his  flefh,. 
And  calls  it  living  bread. 

5  Mofes  beheld  the  promis'd  land. 

Yet  never  reach'd  the  place  ; 
But  Chrill  (hall  bring  his  foll'wers  home, 
To  fee  his  Father's  fV.ce. 

6  Then  (hail  oat  love  and  joy  be  full, 

And  feel  a  warmer  flame  ; 
And  fweeter  voices  tune  the  long 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

HYMN    L.     Common  Metre. 
Thefor.g  of  Z.icbar:as,  and  the  mifoge  of  John  the 
Br.pt ifi ;  or,  Light  and,  f Ovation  by  Jcfus  Chrift* 
Luke  i.  68,  Sec.     John  i.   29,  32. 

1  ^TOW  be  the  God  of  Ifrael  blefs'd, 

•     Who  makes  bis  tiuth  appear; 
Wis  mighty  hand  fulfils  his  word. 
And  all  the  oaths  he  fware. 

2  Now  he  bedews  old  Dav'u's  root 

With  bUflings  from  the  dues; 
He  makes  the  branch  of  proaiife  £row, 
The  promis'd  horn  ari'e. 

3  [John  was  the  prophet  of  the  Lord, 

To  go  before  his  i':\cey 
The  herald  which  our  Saviour  God 
•Sent  to  prepare  his  ways  : 

4  He  made  the  great  faJv.ation  known, 

He  fpeaks  of  pardon' d  sin:; 
While  grr.ee  define,  and  hea^uly  love, 
is  own  £.!ory  ihines. 


B.I.       Spiritual  Songs.         31 

5  il  Behold  the  Lamb  of  God,"  he  cries, 

"  That  takes  our  guilt  away  : 
"  I  faw  the  Spirit  o'er  his  head 
"  On  his  baptizing  day-] 

6  u  Beev'ry  vale  exalted  high, 

li  Sink  ev'ry  mountain  low  ; 
"  The  proud  muft  ftoop,  and  humble  fouh 
"  Shall  his  falvation  know. 

7  ■«  The  Heathen  realms  with  Ifrael's  land 

"  Shall  join  in  fweet  accord  ; 
"  And  aii  chat's  born  of  man  mall  fee 

"  The  glory  of  the  Lord. 
3   l*  Behold  the  morning  ftar  arife, 

-"  Ye  that  in  darknefs  fit  : 
M  He  marks  the  path  that  leads  to  peace,     ' 

"  And  guides  our  doubtful  feet." 

HYMN    LI.     Short  Metre. 
Prefcrving  grace.     Jude   24,  25. 

1  TO  God,  the  only  wife, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  Kiwg, 
Let  all  the  faints  below  the  ikies 
Their  humble  praifes  bring. 

2  'Tis  hi:,  almighty  lave-, 

His  counfel  and  his  care, 
Preferves  us  fate  from  fin  and  death, 
And  ev'ry  hurtful  lna:e. 

3  He  will  prefent  our  fouls 

Unblemifn'd  and  complete* 
Before  the. glory  of  his  iace, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 

4  Then  all  the  chofen  feed 

Shall  meet  aiound  the  throne, 
Shall  bkfs.  the  conduct  of  thy  gr*c<? 
And  m a k e  h i s  w on de r s  k no w  n.     '' 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wifdom  and  pow'r  belongs, 


32  Hymns    and  B.  f. 

Immortal  crowns  of  majeflv 
Andeverlaftingfongs.      " 

HYMN    Lit.     Long  Me-e. 
Baptifw.      Matth.  xxviii.  19.     Arts  ii.  38. 
»  «*  f.WAS  the  committor!  of  our  Lord, 

"  Go  teach  the  nations  and  baptize ;" 

The  nations  have  receiv'd  the  word 
Since  he  afcended  to  tbe  fld&s. 

2  Ha  fits  upon  th'  eternal  hills, 
V/ith  grace  and  pardon  in  his  hand", 
And  fends  his  covenant  with  the  teals 
To  blefs  the  diftant  Chriftian  lands.   ' 

3  "  Repent,   and  be  baptiz'd,"  he  faith, 
"  For  tbe  remiflion  of  your  fins  :" 
And  thus  our  fenfe  3ffiSs  our  faith, 
And  fhows  us  what  his  pofpd  means. 

4.  Oai'  fouls  he  wafhes  in  his  blood, 

As  water  makes  the  body  clean  ; 

And  the  good  Spirit  from  our  God 

De.cenJs,  like  purifying  run. 
j   That  we  engage  ourfekes  to  thee, 

And  feal  our  cov'nant  with  the  Lord; 

O  may  the  great  eternal  Three 

la  heav'n  our  folemn  vows  record  ! 

HYMN    Lift     Long  Metre. 

The  holy  fcripturcs.     IJeb.   i.    r.     2  Tim.  iii. 

15,  16.    Pfahn  cxlvii.    19,  2D. 
i    pOD,  wh®  in  various  methods  told, 
His  mind  and  will  to  faints  of  old, 

Sent  his  own  Son  with  truth  and  grace, 

To  teach  us  in  tl.efe  latter  days. 
2  Our  nation  reads  the  written  word, 

That  book  o£  life,  that  fure  record  ; 

The  bright  inheritance  of  heav'n 

Is  by  the  fwcet  conveyance  giv'n. 


BM.       Spiritual  So^gs.  33- 

3  God's  kindeft  thoughts  are  here  exprefs'd, 
Able  to  make  us  wife  and  blefs'd  ; 

The  do&rines  are  divinely  true, 
Fit  for  reproof,  and  comfort  too. 

4  Ye  people  all,  who  read  his  love 
In  long  epiftles  from  above, 

(He  hath  not  fent  hisfacred  word 
To  ev'ry  land),  praife  ye  the  Lord. 

HYMN   LIV.     Long  Metre. 

Electing  grace ;  or,  Saints  beloved  in  drift > 

Eph.  i.   3,  &c 

1  TESUS,  we  blefs  thy  Father's  name  ; 

^  Thy  God  and  ours  are  both  the  fame ; 
What  beav'niy  bleffings  from  his  throne 
Flow  down  to  finners  thro''  his  Son ! 

2  Chrift  be  my  firft  elect,  he  faid, 

Then  chofe  our  fouls,  in  Chi  i ft  our  Head3 
Before  he  gave  the  mountains  birth,    , 
Or  laid  foundations  for  the  earth. 

3  Thus  did  eternal  love  begin 

To  raife  us  up  from  death  and  nn; 
Our  characters  were  then  decreed— 
"  Blamelefs  in  love,  a  holy  feed. 

4  PVedeftinated  robe  fons, 

Born  by  degrees,  but  chofe  atonce    : 

A  new  regenerated  race, 

To  praife  the  glory  of  his  grace. 

5  With  Chrift  our  Lord,  we  mare  a  part9 
In  the  a.Teetions  of  his  heart  ; 

Nor  {hall  our  fouls  be  thence  rernov'd, 
'Till  he  forgets  his  firft  belov'd. 

HYMNN    LV.     Common  Metre. 
Hezekiah's  fong  ;    or,  Sicknefs  and recovery, 

lfa.  xxxviii.  9,  &rc. 
Y^HEN  we  are  rais'd  from  deep  diftrefs, 

B 


.34  Hy  m  N   s    and  B.  I- 

We  take  the  pattern  of  our  praife 
From  Hezekiah's  tongue. 

2  The  gafes  of  the  devouring  grave 

Are  open'd  wide  in  vain, 
If  he  that  holds  the  keys  of  cieaik 
Commands  them  fait  again. 

3  Pains  of  the  tfefli  are  wont  t*  abufe 

Our  minds  with  flavifh  fears ; 
Our  days  are  pa(t,   and  we  flial!  lofe 
The  remnant  cf  our  years. 

4  We  chatter  with  a  fwallow's  voice, 

Or  like  a  dove  we  mourn, 
With  bitternefs  in  ft  e  ad  of  joys, 
AfRi&ed  and  forlorn. 

5  Jehovah  fpeaks  the  healing  word, 

And  no  difea'e  withstands  ; 
Fevers  and  plagues  obey  the  Lord, 
And  fly  at  his  commands. 

6  If  half  the  ftring  of  life  fiiould  break, 

He  can  our  frame  reftore; 
He  cads  onr  fms  behind  his  back, 
And  they  ?.re  found  no  more. 

HYNM    LVI.     Cornmom  Metre. 

fhe  fong  cf  Mofes  and  the  Lamb  ;  or,  Bullion 
falling.     Rev.  x/.  3.  xvi.  19.  and  x\ii.  6. 

1  tttS  fing  the  florist  of  thy  love, 

**    We  found  thy  dreadful  name  ; 
The  Christian  church  unites  the  fongs 
Of  Mofes  and  the  Lamb. 

2  Great  God,  bow  wond'rous  are  thy  works 

Of  vengeance  and  of  grace  ! 
Ti-ou  King  of  faints,   Almighty  Lord, 
How  juft  and  true  thy  ways ! 
.  2  Who  dares  refute  to  fear  thy  name, 
Or  worfhip  at  thy  throne  I 


B.I.      Spiritual  Songs.  3] 

TI:v  judgment  fpeak  thy  holinefs 
Thro'  all  the  nations  known. 

4  Great  Babylon,  that  rules  the  earth, 

Drunk  with  the  martyrs'  blood, 
Her  crimes  fna  1  fpeedily  awake 
The  fury  of  our  God. 

5  The  cup  of  wrath  is  ready  mix'd, 

And  me  muft  drink  the  dregs ; 
Strong  is  the  Lord,  her  fov'reign  Judge, 
And  (hall  fulfil  the  plagues. 
H  Y  M  N,  LVII.     Common  Metre. 
Original  fin;  or,  The  firfl  and  fecond  Adam, 
Rom.  v.  12,  fee.     Pfalm  U,  5-     J°b  xiv.  4. 
1   TJ  ACKWARD  with  humble  marne  we  lock 
On  our  original  ; 
How  is  our  nature  dafh'd  and  broke, 
In  our  firft  father's  fall! 
1    2  To  all  that's  good  averfe  and  blind, 
But  prone  to  all  that's  ill; 
What  dreadful  darknefs  veils  our  mifidi 
How  obftinate  our  will ! 
i    3  Conceiv'd  in  fin  (O  wretched  ftate) 
Before  we  draw  our  breath, 
The  firft  young  pulfe  begins  to  beat 
Iniquity  and  death. 

4  Haw  ftrong  is  our  degen'rate  blood 

The  old  corruption  reigns, 
And,  mingled  with  the  crooked  flood, 
Wanders  thro'  all  cur  veins  ! 

5  [Wild  and  unwbolefome  as  the  root 
Will  all  the  branches  be; 

How  can  we  hope  for  living  fruit 
From  fuch  a  deadly  tree? 

6  What  mortal  pow'r  from  things  unclean 
Can  pure  productions  bring? 


~3*  H   *  M  N  s    and  E.  L 

Who  can  command  a  vital  ftream 

From  an  infecled  fpring? 
■  7  Yet,  miggty  God,   thy  wond'r/.us  love 

Can  make  our  nature  clean, 
While  Chrift  and  grace  prevail  above 

The  tempter,  death,  and  fin. 
8  The  fecond  Adam  fliall  reftore 

The  ruins  ot  the  firit  ; 
Hofanna  to  that  fov'reign  pow'r 

That  new-creates  our  dufl ! 

H  Y  M  N  LVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  Devil  va*iq:tiflft& ;  or,  Michael's  -mar  with  the 
dragon.     Rev.  xii.   7. 

1  LET  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing 

The  war  of  heav'n,  when  Michael  flood 
Chief  general  of  th>  eternal  King, 
And  fought  the  battles  of  our  God. 

2  Againft  the  dragon  and  his  hoft 
Tne  armies  of  the  Lori!  prevail ; 

In  vain  they  rage,  in  vain  they  boaff, 
Their  courage  (inks,  their  weapons  fail. 

3  Down  to  the  earth  was  Satan  thrown, 
Down  to  the  e?rth  his  legions  fell  : 
Then  was  the  trump  of  niump.i  blown, 
And  fhook  tin;  dreadful  deeps  of  hell. 

4  Now  is  the  hour  of  darknefs  paft. 
Chrii.1  has  aflum'd  his  reigning  po.v'r; 
Behold  the  great  accufer  cait 
Down  from  the  fkLjs,  to  rub  no  more. 

5  'Twas  by  thy  blood,  immoral  Lamb, 
Thine  armies  trod  the  temptei  down  : 
*Twai  by  thy  word  and  pow'rful  nam** 
They  gain'd  the  haul--  and  renown. 

M   Rejoice,  yehea.';>s;   lctev'ryftar 
5f  1* i i»e  with  aew  g!o;ics  round  the  Jl;y; 


1 

:B.:1.      Spiritual  Songs.  37 

Saints,  while  ye  fing  the  heavenly  way, 
Raife  your  Deliv'rei's  name  on  high. 

HYMN    LIX.     Long  Metre. 
Babylon  fallen.     Rev.  xviii.  20,  2 1. 

1  IN  Gabriel's  hand  a  mighty  fione 

Lies  a  fair  type  of  Babylon  ; 
"  Prophets  rejoice,  and  ail  ye  faints, 
44  God  ill  a  1 1  avenge  your  long  tftitipiairits:'5 

2  He  faid,  and  dreadful  as  he  Mood, 
He  funk  the  millftone  in  the  flood, 
44  Thus  terribly  mail  Babel  fall, 

41  Thus,  and  no  more  be  found  at  all.'' 

HYMN  LX.     Long  Metre. 

The  virgin  Mary's  fong  ;  or,  The  promifai  Mrjjiah 

born.     Luke  i.  4°,  &ro 

-.1    QUR  fouls  mall  magnify  the  Lord, 

In  God  the  Saviour  we  rejoice; 

While  we  repeat  the  Virgin's  fong, 

May  the  fame  Spirit  tune  our  voice. 

2  [The  Higheft  faw  her  low  efiate, 

And  mighty  things  his  hand  hath  done  ; 
His  overfnadowing  pow'r  and  grace 
Makes  her  the  mother  of  his  Son. 

3  Let  ev'ry  nation  call  her  bleiVd  i 
And  endlefs  years  prolong  her  fame  ; 
But  God  alone  mult  be  ador'd; 
Holy  an  1  rev'rend  is  his  name. 

4  To  thofe  that  fear  and  truft  the  Lord, 
His  mercy  hands  for  ever  Aire  : 
From  age  to  age  hispromife  lives. 
And  the  performance  is  fecure. 

5  He  fpake  to  Abra'm  and  his  /eed, 

44  la  thee  lhall  all  the  earth  be  blefs'd  i" 
The  nieui'ry  of  that  ancient  word     £. 
Xay  long  in  his  eternal  breaft. 


3s  Sy  m  n  s     and  33.  I. 

6  But  now  no  more  (hall  Ifrael  wait, 
No  more  the  Gentiles  He  forlorn  ; 
Lo,  tie  dsfi-e  of  nations  comes  : 
Behold  the  promifed  feed  is  born  ! 

HYMN  LXI.     Long  Metre. 
Cbrift  our  high  priefi  and  king  :  and  Cm/;]  tim- 
ing to  judgment.      Rev.    i.    5,  6,  7. 

1  £JOW  to  the  Lord,  that  makes  us  know 

The  wonders  of  hiv.dving  love, 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 
And  itrains  of  nobler  p-aife  above. 

2  'Twa;  he  that  clean  s'd  ourfouleft  fins, 
And  wafcVd  them  in  his  richeft  blood  ; 
Tis  he  that  makes  us  prieits  and  kings, 
And  bang  us,  rebels,  near  to  God. 

3  Tojefus,  our  atoning  Prielr, 
To  Jefus,  our  fuperior  King, 
Be  everlafting  pow'r  confelf, 
And  ev'ry  tongu;  his  glory  fmg. 

A  Behold  en  flying  clouds  he  comes, 
And  ev'ry  eve  (hall  fee  him  move  ; 
Tho'  with  our  fins  we  pi>rc'd  him  once  ; 
Then  he  difplays  his  pardVmg  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  fhall  wai!, 
While  we  rejoice  to  fee  the  day  : 
Come,  Lord,   nor  let  thy  prom'ife  fail, 
Nor  let  thy  chariots  long  delay. 

H  Y  M  N  LXII.     Common  Metre. 

Cbrijl  Jefus,  the  Lamb  of  Go.<l,  votjhipped  [yah' 

the  creation.      Rev.    v.    11,12,13. 

1  fjOVIE,  lit  us  join  our  cheerful  fongs, 

With  a  igels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten  thonfani  thoufand  are  their  tongues, 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  Worthy  the  Lamb  that  dy'd,  they  cry, 

To  he  exalted  thus: 


E.I.       Spiritual  Soscs.         39 

Worthy  the  Lamb,  our  lips  reply  ; 
For  fce  was  (lain  for  us. 

3  Jefus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honour  and  pow'r  divine  ; 
And  bleilings,  more  than  we  can  give, 
Be,  Lord,  for  ever  thir.e. 

4  Let  all  t!>at  dwell  above  the  fky, 

And  air,   and  earth,  and  feu-, 

Confpire  to  lii't  thy  glories  high, 

And  fpeak  thine  endlefs  prai'e. 

5  The  whole  creation  j»:in  in  one, 

To  blel's  the  i acred  name 
Of  him  that  (its  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  -Lamb. 

HYMN  LXIII.     LongMetie. 
Cbrijl's  humiliation  and  ex.uiation.     Rev.  t. 

1  \/yHAT  equal  honours  fiia'.l  we  bring 

To  thee,  O  Lord  our  Gcd,  the  Lamb, 
"^  ben  at]  the  notes  that  angels  fing, 
Ai*e  far  inferior  to  thy  name  \ 

2  Worthy  is  He  that  once  v  as  ffain, 

The  Prince  of  Life  fiat  groan'd  and  dy'd, 
Worthy  to  rife,  and  live  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  fide. 

3  Pow'r  and  dominion  are  his  due, 
Who  flood  condemned  at  Pilate's  bar, 
Wifdom  belongs  to  Jefus  too, 

Tho'  he  was  charg'd  with  rnadnefs  there. 

4  All  riches  are  1  is  native  right, 
Yet  he  futtain'd  amazing  ioi's  ; 
To  him  afcribe  eternal  might, 
Who  left  his  weaknefs  on  the  crofs. 

5  Honour  immortal  innft  be  paid, 
Inftead  of  fcandal  and  of  fcorn  ; 
While  glory  Jliir.es  around  lis  head1, 
A'ld  a  bright  crown  wiihout  a  thorn. 


40  H  y  m  N   s     and         B.  I. 

6  DliiiTing-.  for  eve-  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore  thecurfe  for  wretched  men  : 
Ln  angels  found  his  facred  name, 
And  every  creature  fay,  Amen. 

HYMN  LXIV.     Short  Metre. 
Adoption.     1  John  iii.    I,  Sec.     Gal.  xi.  6. 

1  TOEHOLD  what  wond'rous  ^race, 

The  Father  has  beftawM 
On  finners  of  a  mortal  race, 
To  call  them  fons  of  God  i 

2  'Tis  no  Purprifing  thing, 

That  we  fhouid  be  unknown; 
The  jewhh  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlafting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  gteat  we  rnuft  be  made  ; 
But  when  we  fee  oar  Saviour  here, 
We  mall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  fo  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure, 
May  purge  our  fouls  from  lenfeand  Cm7 
As  ('.br'nl  the  Lord  is  pure. 

5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  (hare  a  filial  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove 
To  reft  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie 

Like  flaves  beneath  the  thror.e  ; 
My  faith  mail  Abba  Father,  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 

II  Y  M  NT  LXV.     Long  Metre. 

The  kingdoms  of ' ihc-aorll  bccornc  the  kingdoms  of 

the  herd;  o*,  The  day  of  jit  Igmevt.  Rev.  xi.  I  5. 

I    L^T  the  fev'nth  angel  found  on  high, 
Let  (bouts  be  beard  thro'  all  the  for  ! 


E.I.       Spirituals®  n  gs.       41 

Kings  of  the  earth  with  glad  accord, 
Give  up  your  kingdoms  to  the  Lord. 

2  Almighty  God,  thy  pow'r  a  flu  me, 
Who  waft,  and  art,   and  art  to  come  ; 
Jefus  the  Lamb,   who  once  was  £ain, 
For  ever  live,  tor  ever  reign  ? 

3  The  angry  nations  fret  and  roar, 
That  they  can  flay  the  faints  no  more  ! 
On  wings  of  vengeance  flies  our  God 
To  pay  the  long  arrears  of  blood. 

4  Now  muft  the  rifing  dead  appear  ; 
Now  the  decif.ve  fentence  hear  ; 
Now  the  dear  martyrs  of  the  Lord 
Receive  the  infinite  ffeward. 

II  Y  M  N   LMV  L     Long  Metre. 

Chrift  the  Kir.g  at  his  table.     Solomon's  Song,  i- 

2,  3,  4,    5,    12,    13,    >  7- 

1  T^ET  him  embrace  my  foul,   and  prove 

Mine  int'reft  in  his  heav'nly  love  ; 
The  voice  that  tells  me,  Thou  art  mine, 
Exceeds  the  bleflings  of  the  vine. 

2  On  thee  th'  anointing  Spirit  came, 
And  fpreads  the  favonr  of  thy  ra:i.e  ; 
That  oil  of  gladnefs  and  of  grace 
Draws  virgin  fouls  to  meet  thy  face. 

3  Jefus,  allure  me  by  thy  charms, 
My  foul  fhall  fly  into  thine  arms  ! 
Our  wand'ring  feet  thy  favours  bring 
To  the  fair  chambers  of  the  King. 

4  [Wonder  and  pleafure  tunes  our  voice, 

To  fpeak  thy  praifes  and  our  joys; 

Our  mem'ry  keeps  this  love  of  thine 

Beyond  the  tafte  of  richeft  wine.] 

5  Tho'-  ch  in  ourfclvesdeform'd  we  are, 

Ar.d  black  a$  Keda:  's  tents  appear, 


Hymns    and         B.  I. 

Yet  when  we  put  thy  beauties  on, 
Fair  as  the  court:  of  Solomon. 

6  [While  at  hi?  table  fits  the  Kin^, 

He  loves  to  fee  us  fmile  and  iing  ; 
Our  graces  are  our  heft  perfume, 

And  breath,  like  :'pikenard, round  the  room. 

7  As  myrrh  now  bleeding  from  tie  tree, 

Such  is  a  dying  (Thrift  to  me  : 
And  while  he  makes  my  foul  his  gueft, 
My  bo.'om,  Lord,  fhall  be  thy  reft.] 

8  [No  beams  of  cedar  or  of  fir, 

Can  with  thy  courts  on  earth  compare  : 
Ardhere  we  wait  until  thy  love 
Raife  us  to  nobler  feats  above.] 

HYMN    LXVII.     Long  Metre. 
Seeking  Uc  p.\Vures  of  Clri;}  the  Shepherd. 
Solomon's  Song,   i.  7. 
I  "yHOU  whom  my  ion!  admires  above 
A!l  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love, 
Tell  we,  Hear  Sheplierd,  let  me  know- 
Where  doit  thy  fweeteft  pafluresgrow  ? 
rere  is  the  fbadow  of  that  rock, 
That  from  the  Sun  defends  thy  ilock  ! 
Fain  v/oulj  I  feed  among  thy  fheep, 
A   .  .  reft,  among  them  deep. 

3  Wry  fhould  thy  bride  appear  like  one 

That  turns  afide  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  coolant  f:et  (hall  never  rove, 
Would  never  feek  another  love. 

4  [The  footileps  of  thy  Bock   I  fee  ; 

Thy  fweetelt  paftures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wond'rou  ■  feast  thy  love  prepares,      [tear?. 
Bought  with  t!.  ,   and  groan  ^,  and 

5  His  deareft  flefli  he  makes  my  food, 

And  bids  me  drink  his  richtft  blocd; 
Heve  to  thefe  hills  my  foul  will  come, 
'Till  my  beloved  lead  me  honii  } 


B.I.      Spiritual  Songs.  ^ 

HYMN    LXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Thelar.quetoflcxe.     Solomon's  Song,   ii.    r,    2, 
3,  4,  5,  6,  7. 

1  gEHOLDthe  Rofe  of  Sharon  beie, 

The  Lilly  which  the  vallies  bear  ; 
Behold1  the  Tree  tiff Life,  that  gives 
Refjefhing  fruit  and  healing  leaves. 

2  Amongft  cbefhorns  fo  lilies  ftiine; 

lldgonrtis  the  nifbler  viae  ; 
So  in  mine  e,?es  my  Saviour  prove?, 
AmidM  a  tbqufand  meaner  loves. 

3  Beneath  his  cooling  ihade  I  fat, 

To  fhiekime  from  the  burning  heat  : 
Of  heavenly  fruit  he  fpreads  a  feaft, 
To  feed  my  eye",  and  pie  ale  my  talle. 

4  [Kindly  be  brought  me  to  the  place 

Where  itands  the  banquet  or"  his  grace  ; 
He  Taw  me  feint,  and  o'er  my  head 
The  banner  of  his  love  he  fpread. 

5  With  living  bread,  and  ger/rou.1:.  v,  ine, 

He  cheers  ti  is  finking  heart  of  mine  ; 
And  opening  his  own  heart  to  me, 

He  fhews  his  thoughts  how  kind  they  be.l 

6  O  never  let  my  Lord  depart, 

Lie  down  and  reft  upon  my  heart  ; 
I  charge  my  fins  not  once  to  move, 

Nor  ftir,  nor  wake,  nor  grtev^wy  love. 

HYMN  L  XIX.     Long  Met  re, 
Cbri$  appearing  to  his  churchy  wi faking  her  com- 
pany. Solomon-'sSong,  ii.  8,  9,  10,  n,  12,  13. 

1  THE  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 

Qve        e  rocks  and  rifing  ground    ; 
O  er  ■  ■• .  ;i :    and  feas  of  j 

He  Is:  :  ::,.  f. 

2  Now  hl.ee 
WL; 


44  H  Y  M  n  s    and         B.  I. 

Now  in  the  gofpel's  clcoreit  glafs 
He  Pievrs  the  beauties  of"  his  face. 

3  Gently  he  draws  my  heart  along, 
Botn  with  his  beauties  and  his  rongr.e  ; 
Rife,  faith  the  Lord,   makchaite  awav, 
No  mortal  joys  are  worth  thy  ilav. 

4  The  Jewilh.  wint'ry  iryte  is  gone, 

The  m ids, are  fled,  the  fpring  comes  on, 
The  facred  turtle  dove  we  hear 
Proclaim  the  n.'w  the  joyful  year. 

5  TV  immortal  Vine,  of  heav'nly  root, 
BloUbms  and  buds,  and  gives  her  fruit  ; 
Lo,  we  are  come  to  tafte  the  wine  ; 

Oar  fouls  rejoice  and  blefs  the  Vine. 

6  And  when  we  hear  our  Jefus  fay, 
Rife  up,  my  Love,   make  hafte  away  ! 
Our  hearts  would  fain  outfiy  the  wind, 
A.nd  leave  all  earthly  loves  behind. 

HYMN    I.XX.     Long  Metre. 
Chrifi  itirviting,  and  the  church  anfivering  the  in- 

vit.it ioti.     Solomon's  Song,  ii.  M,    l6,    17. 
1    ]-^ARK  !   the  Redeemer  from  on  high 
Sweetly  invites  his  fav'rites  nigh  ; 
From  caves  of  darknefs  and  of  dcubt, 
He  gently  fpeaks,  and  calls  us  out. 

a  My  dove  who  hideft  in  the  rock, 

Thine  heart  almoft  with  forrow  broke, 
Lift  up  thy  face,  forget  thy  fear, 
And  let  thy  voice  delight  mine  ear. 

3  Thy  voice  to  me  founds  ever  fweet  ; 
My  graces  in  thy cownt'nance  meet; 
Though  the  vain  world  Wiy  face  defpife, 
'  ris  bright  and  comely  in  mine  ees. 

-!  Dear  Lord,  our  thankful  heart  receives 
T'.?  bane  thy  invitation  gives  ; 


B.  I.      Spiritual  Songs.  4V 

To  thee  our  joyful  lips  fnall  raife 

The  voice  of  prayer,   and  that  of  p raife. 

5  I  am  my  Love's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 

Our  hearts,  our  Dopes,   our  pafiions  join  ; 

Nor  let  a  motion,  nor  a  word, 

Nor  thought  arife  to  grieve  my  Lord. 

6  My  foul  to  paftures  fair  he  leads, 
Amongft  the  lilies  where  he  feeds; 
Amongft  the  faints  (\rhofe  robes  are  white, 

^Wafh'd  in  his  blofrd/ns  his  delight. 

7  'Till  the  day  break  and  fhadows  flee, 
'Till  the  fweet  dawning  light  I  fee. 
Thine  eyes  to  nie-ward  often  turn, 
Nor  let  my  foul  in  darknefs  mourn, 

8  Be  like  a  hart  on  mountains  green  ; 
Leap  o'er  the  hills  of  fear  and  iin  ; 
Nor  guilt,  nor  unbelief,   divide 

My  Love,  my  Saviour,  from  my  fide. 

HYMN    LXXI.     Common   Metre. 

Cb  rift  found  in  tbeftreet,  and  brought  to  the 

church.   Solomon's  Song,  iii.  j,  2,  3,  4,5. 

1  QFTEN  I  feek  my  Lord  by  night' 

Jefus,  my  love,  my  foul's  delight ; 
With  warm  defire  and  reitiefs  thought 
1  feek  him  oft,  but  find  .him  not. 

2  Then  I  arife,  and  fearch  the  ftreer, 
'Till  I  my  Lord,  my  Saviour  meet ; 
1  alk  the  watchman  of  the  night, 
Where  did  you  fee  my  foul's  delight  ! 

3  Sometimes  I  find  him  in  my  way, 
Directed  by  a  heav'nly  ray  ; 

I  leap  for  joy  to  fee  his  face, 

And  hold  him  fait  in  mine  embrace. 

4  [I  bring  him  to  my  mother's  home, 
Nor  does  my  Lord  refute  to  come 


4^  H  y  M  n   s    and         B.  I. 

To  Z'u  r-,\  faciecl  chambers,  where 
My  ibul  iirltdrew  the  vital  air. 

5  He  gives  me  there  his  bleeding  heart, 
Pierc'd  for  my  fake  with  deadly  fmart ; 
I  give  my  foul  to  him,  and  there 

Our  loves  their  mutual  tokens  mare  "} 

6  I  charge  you  all,  ve  earthly  toys, 
Approach  not  to  ci:'Unb  my  joys  ; 

Nor  fin,  nor  hell,  come  near  my  heart, 
Nor  caufe  my  Saviour  to  depart- 

II  Y  M  N  LXXTI.     Long  Metre. 
The  coronation  cfChri;.,  and  the  tfpoufals  of  th( 

church.     Solomon's  Song,  iii,  2. 
I    £)A'JGHTERS  raf  Sioncome,  behold 
Tne  crown  of  honour  and/ of  gold, 
Which  the  glad  church  v.- it  If  joys  unknown, 
Placed  on  the  head  of  Solomon. 

1  Jefup,  thou  everlaujjjg  King, 

Accept-the  tribute  ▼bjch  we  bring  ; 
Accept  the  well  deferv'd  renown, 
And  wear  our  praifes  as  thy  crown. 

%   Let  cv'i-y  aft  of  worlhip  be, 

Like  or  r  efpoufais,    Lord,  to  thee  ; 
Like  the  dear  hour  when  from  above 
We  firft  received  thy  pledge  of  Jove. 

4  The  gladnefs  cf  that  happy  day  ! 

Our  hearts  would  wifn  it  lon^  to  flay  : 
Nor  Set  our  faith  forfake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  fmk,  nor  love  grow  cold. 

5  Each  foli'-wing  minute  as  it  flies, 
Increare  thy  praife,  improve  ourjojs, 
'Till  we  are  rah'd  to  G1115  thy  name 
At  the  great  fupper  cf  the  Lamb. 

6  O  that  'the  months  would  roll  away, 
tat  corona? '-on- 


B.  I.      Spiritual  Songs.         47 

The  King  of  grace  fliall  fill  the  thrcne, 
With  all  his  Father's  glories  on. 

HYMN    LXXIII.      Long 'Metre. 

The  church's  beauty  in  the  eyes  of  Chrijl.     Solo- 
mon's Songj  vi.   1,  i'o,  11,  7,  9,  8. 

1  ]£IND  is  the  fpeech  of  Cbrift  our  Lord, 

Affection  founds  in  ev'ry  word  : 
Lo,  thou  art  fair,  my  love,  l.e  cries, 
^ot  tbe  young  doves  have  fweeter  eye;. 

2  [Sweet  are  thy  lip's,   thy  pleafijig  vcice 
Salute  mine  ear  with  fecret  Joys  : 

No  fpice  fo  much  delights  the  fmell, 
Nor  milk,  nor  honey,  tafles  To  well.] 

yg  Thou  art  all  fair,  my  bride,  to  me  ; 

'     I  will  behold  no  fpot  in  thee, 

What  mighty  wonders  love  performs, 
And   puts  a  comelinefs  on  worms ! 

4  Defil'd  and  loatbfome  as  we  are, 

He  makes  us  white,  and  calls  us  fair, 
Adorns  us  with  that  heav'nlv  drefs, 
His  graces  and  his  righteoufnefs. 

5  My  filter  and  my  fpoufe,  he  cries 
Bound  to  my  heart  by  various  ties, 
Thy  powerful  love  my  heart  detains 
In  ftrong  delight  and  pleating  chains. 

6  He  calls  me  from  the  leopard's  den, 
From  this  wild  world  of  beafls  and  men 
To  Zion  where  his  glories  are  ; 

Not  Lebanon  is  half  fo  fair. 

J  Nor  dens  of  prey,  nor  flow'ryfrtutis 
Nor  earthly  joys,   nor  earthly  pains, 
Shall  hold  my  feet,  or  force  my  ftay, 
Where  Chrift  invites  my  foul  away. 


48  H   v  m  n   s    and  B.  I. 

II  Y  M  N    LXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
The  church  therarden  of  Chrijh  Solomon's  Sor^ 

lv-    I2>.  '?,  '5,  and  v.    I. 
i    \TV7E  are  a  garden  wall'd  around, 

Cbofen  and  made  peculiar  ground  ; 
A  little  Jpot  i  rclos'd  by  grace 
Out  of  the  world's  wide  wildemefs. 

2  Like  trees  of  myrrh,  and  fpice  we  fland 
Planted  by  God  the  Fathers  hand, 
And  all  his  l'prings  in  Zion  flow, 

To  make  the  young  plantation  grow. 

3  Awake,  O  hea^nl/  Wind,  and  come 
Blow  on  the  garden  of  perfume  ; 
Spirit  divine,   defcerc  and  breathe 
A  gracious  gale  on  plants  beneath. 

4  Make  our  beit  fpices  (low  abroad, 
To  entertain  cur  Saviour  God  : 
And  faith,  and  love,  and  joy  appear, 
Aud  ev'ry  grace  be  active  here. 

5  [Let  my  beloved  come  and  tafte 
His  plea fant  fruits  at  his  own  f-eaQ: : 

I  come,   my  fpoufe,   I  come,  he  cries, 
With  love  and  pleafure  in  Lis  eyes. 

6  Our  Lord  into  his  garden  come;, 

Well  pleas'd  to  fmell  our  pure  purfumes, 
And  calls  us  to  a  feafl;  divine, 
Sweeter  than  honey,   milk,  or  wine. 

7  Eat  of  the  tree  of  life,  my  friends, 
The  blefiings  that  my  Father  fends; 
Your  tafte  mall  all  my  dainties  prove, 
And  drink  abundance  cf  mv  love. 

8  Jefus,  we  will  frequent  thy  board, 
And  fing  the  bouuties  of  our  Lord  : 
But  the  rich  food  on  which  we  live 
Demands  more  praife  than  tongue  car  give.]: 


r 

*3.  I.      Spiritual  So  us. 

HYMN    LXXV.     Long  Metre. 

Tbe  defcription  of  Ch rift  the  beloved.    Solomon': 

Song,  v.  9,  10,  n,  12,  13,  14,  15,  16. 
J   'J'HE  wond'ring  world  inquires  to  knov 
Why  I  fhould  love  my  Jefus  Cot 
What  are  his  charms,  fay  the y,   above 
The  obje&s  of  a  mortal  love  I 

2  Yes,  my  beloved  to  mv  fight 

Shows  a  fweet  mixture,  red  and  white  • 
All  human  beauties,  all  divine 
In  my  beloved,  meet  and  mine! 

3  White  is  his  foul,  from  blemMh  free  * 
Red  with  the  blood  he  ihed  for  me  •  * 
The  taireft  of  ten  thoufand  fairs  :  ' 
A  fun  among  ten  thoufand  ftars. 

i  [His  head  the  fineft  gold  excels; 
There  wifdom  in  perfection  dwe'lls  ■ 
And  glory,  like  a  crown,  adorns 
Thofe  temples  once  befet  with  thorns. 

;  Companions  in  his  heart  be  found 
Clofe  by  the  fignah  of  his  wound'- 
His  facred  fide  no  more  fliail  bear 
The  cruel  fcourge,  the  piercing  fp^.j 

1  His  hands  are  fairer  to  behold 
T  han  diamonds  fet  in  rings  of  gold  • 
Thofe  heav'nly  hands,  that  on  the  tree 
Were  nail'd,  and  torn,  and  bled  for  me. 
Tho'  once  he  bow 'd  his  feeble  knees, 
Loaded  with  fins  and  agonies 
Now  on  the  throne  of  his  command 
His  legs,  hke  marble  pillars,  fond.] 
[His  eyes  are  rnajefly  and  love 
The  eagle,  temper'd  with  the  Jove  : 
No  more  (hall  trickling  forrows  roll 
Thro   tbofe  dear  windows  of  bis  foul  " 
C 


co  H  Y  M  N  s    and  B.  J, 

9  His  mouth,  that  pour'd  out  long  complaints, 
Now  fmiles,  and  cheers  his  tainting  faints, 
His  countenance  more  graceful  is 
Than  Lebanon  with  all  its  trees. 

i0  All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
Mult  be  belov'd,  and  yet  ador'd  ; 
His  worth  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
Sure  the  whole  earth  would  love  him  too. 

HYMN  LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Ghrift  dwells  in  heaven,  but  vifits  on  earth. 
Solomon's  Song,  vi.    1,2,3,  12. 
j   "UfflEN  ftrangers  ftand  and  hear  me  tell 
What  beauties  in  my  Saviour  dwell ; 
Where  he  is  gone  they  fain  would  know, 
That  they  might  feek  and  love  him  too. 

2  Mv  beft  beloved  keeps  his  throne, 
Ori  hills  of  light,  in  worlds  unknown; 
But  he  defcends  and  fhows  his  face 
In  the  young  garden  of  his  grace. 

3  [In  vineyards  planted  by  his  hand, 
°  Where  fruitful  trees  in  order  ftand; 

He  feeds  among  the  fpicy  beds, 
Where  lilies  mow  their  fpotlefs  heads. 

4  H*  has  engrofs'd  my  warmeft  love, 
No  earthly  charms  my  foul  can  move  : 
I  have  a  manfiou  in  his  heart, 

Nor  death,  nor  hell,  lhall  make  us  part] 

c  THe  takes  my  foul  e'er  I'm  aware, 
A'nd  fhows  me  where  his  glories  are; 
No  chariot  of  Amminadib 
The  heav'nly  rapture  can  defcnbe. 

6  O  may  my  fpirit  daily  rife,  ; 

On  wings  of  faith,  above  the  flues, 
'Till  death  fhall  make  my  laft  remove, 
To  dwell  for  ever  with  my  love.] 


B.  1.        Spiritual  Songs.        ^ 

H  Y  M  N  LXXVII,     Long  Metre. 
The  love  of  Cbrift  to  the  church ,   in  his  lano-pare 
to   her^    and  provifwus   for  her.     Solomon's 
*Song,  vii.   5,  6,  9,  12,  13. 
^TOWin  the  gali'ries  of  his  grace 

Appears  the  King,  and  thus  he  fays, 
"  How  lair  my  faints  are  in  my  iight,' 
"  My  love,  how  pleafant  for  delight?" 

2  Kind  is  thy  language,  fov'reign  Lord, 
There's  heav'nly  grace  in  ev'ry  word ; 
Frormthat  dear  mouth  a  (beam  divine 
Flows  fweeter  than  the  chokeft  wine. 

3  Such  wond'rous  love  awakes  the  lip 
OS  faints  that  were  ahnoft  afleep, 
To  fpeak  the  praifes  of  thy  name, 
And  make  oar  cold  affections  flame. 

\  Thefe  are  the  joys  he  lets  v.s  know, 

In  fields  and  villages  bjlow  ; 

Gives  us  a  relifn  of  his  love, 

But  keeps  his  noble  ft  feaif  above. 
5  In  Paradife,  within  the  gates, 

An  higher  entertainment  waits ; 

Fruit  new  and  old  laid  up  in  ftore, 

Where  we  fhall  feed,  but"  thirft  no  more. 

HYMN    LXXVIIL     Long  Metre. 

Theftrength  of  Cbrifi's  love,  and  the  fouls  jeal- 

oufy  of  her -own.     Solomon's  Song,  viii.  |§    6, 

7,  i?,  *4- 

\^HO  is  this  fair  one  in  diftrefs  I 

That  travels  from  the  wiklernefs? 

And,  prefs'd  with  forrows  and  with  fins 

On  her  beloved  Lord  fee  leans. 
!  This  is  the  fboufe  of  Chrift,  oar  God,. 

.Bought  with  the  treafures  of  his  blood  :,    ' 

£nd  her  requefc,  and  her  complaint, 

Is  but  the  voice  of  evVv  faint.' 


52  Hymns    and        B. 

3  <(  O  let  my  name  engraven  ftand, 
Both  on  thy  heart  and  on  thy  hand  ; 
Seal  me  upon  thine  arm  and  wear, 
That  pledge  of  love  for  ever  there. 

4  Stranger  than  death  thy  love  is  known, 
"Which  floods  of  wrath  for  ever  drown ; 
And  hell  and  earth  in  vain  combine 
To  quench  a  fire  fo  much  divine. 

5  But  1  am  jealous  of  my  heart, 

Left  ic  fhould  once  from  thee  depart; 
Then  let  thy  name  be  well  imprefs'd 
As  a  fair  fignet  on  my  breaft. 

6  'Till  thou  haft  brought  me  to  thy  home, 
Where  fears  and  doubts  can  never  come, 
Thy  count* nance  let  me  often  fee, 

And  often  thou  malt  hear  from  me. 

7  Come,  my  beloved,  hafte>away, 
Cut  fhort  the  hours  of  thy  delay; 

.  Fly,  like  a  youthful  hart  or  roe, 
Over  the  hills  where  fpices  grow." 

HYMN   LXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

A  morning  tymn.     Pfalm  xix.  5, 8,  and  Ixxi 

24,  25. 
I   QOD  of  the  morning,  at  whofe  voice 

The  cheerful  fun  makes  hafte  to  rife, 
And,  like  a  giant,  doth  rejoice 
To  run  his  journey  thro'  the  fkies. 

i  2  From  the  fair  chambers  of  the  eaft, 
The  circuit  of  his  race  begins, 
And,  without  wearinefs  or  reft, 
Round  the  whole  earth  he  flies  and  fhines. 

3  Oh,  like  the  fun  may  I  fulfil 
Th'  appointed  duties  of  the  day, 
With  ready  mind,  and  active  mm  11 
March  on,  and  keep  my  heav'nly  way. 


53 


tritual  Songs. 

rove  and  lofe  the  race, 
Mild  difappear, 
re  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze 
o  follow  ev'ry  wand'ring  ftar.] 

5  Lord,   tliv  commands  are  clean  and  pure 
Enlightening  our  beclouded  eyes  ; 

Thy  tbreat'ningsjuft,  th>  promife  fure, 
Thy  gofpel  makes  the  fimple  wife. 

6  Give  me  thy  counfel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  blifs; 
All  my  deiires  and  hopes  befide, 

Are  faint  and  cold,  compar'd  with  this. 

HYMN    LXXX.     Long  Metre. 

hn  evening  hymn.     PfaJm  iv.  8.  and  iii.  5,  6. 
and  cxlii.  8. 

[   THUS  far,  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 

Thus  far  his  pow'r  prolongs  my  days, 
And  ev'ry  evening  (hall  make  known 
Some  frefh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

I  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  wafte, 
And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  pair, 
He  gives  me  ftrength  for  days  to  come, 

5  I  lay  my  body  down  to  fleep, 
Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head; 
While  well  appointed  angels  keep, 
Their  watchful  ftations  round  my  bed. 

*  In  vain  the  fons  of  earth  or  hell 
Tell  me  a  thoufand  frightful  things; 
My  God  in  fafety»makes  me  dwell. 
Beneath  the  fhadow  of  his  wings. 

;  [Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear ; 
O  may  thy  prefence  ne'er  depart, 
And  in  the  morning  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindnefs  of  thy  heart- 


54  H  y  m  n  s     and         B.  I. 

6  Thus  when  the  night  of  death  fhall  come, 
My  fielh  fhall  reft  beneath  the  ground, 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  ror.fe  my  tomb, 
With  fweet  falvation  in  the  found.] 

HYMN    LXXXI.     Long  Metre. 

A  fong  for  morning  and  evening.     Lam.  iii. 

23.     Ifa.  xlv.    7. 

1  Tyi  V  G«d,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  ? 

Thy  gifts  are  ev'ry  ev'ning  new, 
And  morning  mercies  from  above, 
Gently  diftil,  like  early  dew. 

2  Thou  fpread'ff.  the  curtains  of  the  night, 
Great  Gnardian  of  my  fleeping  hours  ; 
Thy  fov'reign  word  reftores  the  light, 
And  quickens  all  my  drowfy  powers. 

3  I  -yield  my  powers  to  thy  command, 
To  thee  I  confecrate  my  days; 
Perpetual  bleffings  from  thine  hand 
Demand  perpetual  fongs  ®f  praife. 

HYMN    LXXXII.     Long  Metre. 

God  far  above  creatures  ;    or,  Man  vain  and  mer 

tal.     Job  iv.   17, — 21. 

1  CHALL  the  vile  race  of  fiefli  and  blood 

Contend  with  their  Creator,  God  ? 
Shall  mortal  worms  prefume  to  be 
More  holy,   wife,  orjnft,  than  he  ? 

2  Behold  he  puts  his  truft  in  none 
Of  all  the  fpirits  round  his  throne; 
Their  natures,   when  compared  with  his, 
Are  neither  holy,  juft,  nor  wife. 

3  But  how  trinch  meaner  tilings  are  they 
Who  fpringfrom  duft,  and  dwell  in  cii) 
Touch'd  by  the  finger  of  thy  wrath, 
We  faint  and  vaniih,  like  the  moth. 

4  From  night  to  day,  from  day  to  r.i. 

ht ; 


►.I.       Spiritual  Songs.  c 

Bury'd  in  duft,  whole  nations  lie 
Like  a  forgotten  vanity? 
5  Almighty  pow'r,  to  thee  we  bow  ; 
How  frail  are  we  !   how  glorious  Thou  ! 
No  more  the  fons  ofearth  fhall  dare 
With  an  eternal  God  compare. 

HYMN   LXXXIII.     Common  Metre, 

Jiifi ions  and  death  under  providence.     Job   v 

6,  7,  8. 

1  J^OT  from  the  duft  affliction  grows, 

Nor  troubles  rife  by  chance, 
Yet  we  are  born  to  cares  and  woes  ; 
A  fad  inheritance  ! 

2  As  fparks  break  out  from  burning  coa  Is, 

And  ftill  are  upwards  borne  ; 
So  grief  is  rooted  in  our  fouls 

And  man  grows  up  to  mourn . 
}  Yet  with  my  God  I  leave  my  caufe, 

And  truft  his  promis'd  grace  ; 
He  rules  me  by  his  well-known  laws 

Of  love  and  righteoufnefs. 
\i  Not  all  the  pains  that  ere  I  bore 

Shall  fpoil  my  future  peace, 
For  death  and  hell  can  do  no  more 

Than  what  my  Father  pleafe. 

HYMN    LXXXIV.     Long  Metre, 
alvdtion,  righteoufnefs,   and  ftrength  In  C'/v' 

Ifa.  xlv.    2i, — 25. 
r   JEHOVAH  fpeaks,  let  Ifrael  hear, 
Let  all  the  earth  rejoice  and  tear, 
While  God's  eternal  Son  proclaims 
His  fov'reign  honours,  and  his  names. 

"  I  am  the  Laft,  and  I  the  Firft, 
The  Saviour  God,  and  God  the  ju'fi  ; 
There's  none  befide,  pretends     1  '\.-:r^ 
Such  jnfi ice  and  falv-ation  foo. 


5$  Hymns    and         B.  I 

3   [Ye  that  in  fhadei  of  darknefs  dwell, 
J  aft  on  the  verge  of  death  and  hell, 
Look  up  to  me  from  diftant  lands ; 
Light,  life,  and  heav'n,  are  in  mine  hands. 

A  I  by  my  holy  name  have  fworn, 
Nor  /hall  the  word  in  vain  return  ; 
To  me  fhall  all  things  bend  the  knee, 
And  e.v'ry  tongue  {hall  fwear  to  me.] 

5  In  me  alone  fhall  men  confefs 

Lies  all  their  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs $ 
Eut  fuch  as  dare  defpife  my  name, 
I'll  clothe  them  with  eternal  fhame. 

6  In  me,  the  Lord,  fhall  all  the  feed 
Of  Ifrael  from  their  fins  be  freed, 
And  by  their  fhining  graces  prove 
Their  int'reft  in  my  pard'ning  love." 

HYMN  LXXXV.     Short  Metre. 
The  fame, 
i   T/HE  Lord  on  high  proclaims 

His  Godhead  from  his  throne  : 
'<  Mercy  and  judgment  are  the  names 

u  By  which  I  will  be  known. 
M  Ye  dying  fouls  that  fit 

*'  In  darknefs  and  diltrefs, 
*l  Look  from  the  borders  of  the  pit 
'<  To  my  recovering  grace." 

3   Sinners  fhall  hear  the  found  ; 

Their  thankful  tongues  mail  own, 
"  Our  righteoufnefs  and  ftrength  is  found 
u  In  thee,  my  Lord,  alone." 

-  In  thee  fhall  Ifrael  truft, 

And  fee  their  guilt  forgiv'n; 
God  will  pronounce  the  finners  juft, 
And  take  the  faints  to  heav'u. 


B,  I.       Spiritual  Songs.         57 

HYMN    LXXXVI.     Common  Metre. 
God  holy,  juft,  and  fove  reign.     Job  ix.  2,— ie, 
r  HOW  fhould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race 
Be  pure  before  their  God  ! 
If  he  contend  in  Hghteoufnefs 
We  fall  beneath  his  rod. 

2  T«  vindicate  my  words  and  thoughts 

I'll  make  no  more  pretence  ; 
Not  one  of  all  my  thoufand  faults 
Can  bear,  a  juft  defence. 

3  Strong  is  his  arm,  his  heart  is  wife  ; 

What.vaia  prefumers  dare 
Againft  their  Maker's  hand  to  rife, 
Or  'tempt  th'  unequal  war?     - 

4  [Mountains  by  his  almighty  wrath 

From  their  old  feats  are  torn  ; 
He  (hakes  the  earth  frem  fouth  to  north, 
And  all  her  pillars  mourn. 

5  He  bids  the  fun  forbear  to  rife, 

Th'  obedient  fun  forbears; 
liis-band  with  fackcioth  fpreads  the  ikies, 
And  feals  up  all  the  ftars. 

•  lie  walks  upon  the  ftormy  fea; 
Flies  on  the  ftormy  wind  ; 
There's  none  can  trace  bis  wond'rous  way, 
Or  bis  dark  footfteps  fiad.J 

HYMN   LXXXVIL  Long  Metre. 
God  d-wells  with  the  humble  and  penitent, 
Ifa.   lviu  15,  16. 

1  rfHUS  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One, 

"  I  fit  upon  my  holy  throne  ; 
My  name  is  God,  I  dwell  on  high, 
Dwell  in  mine  own  eternity. 

2  But  I  defcend  to  worlds  below, 

On  earth  I  have  a  maiifion  too:  C  2 


53  Hymns   and  B.  I. 

The  humble  fpirit  and  contrite 
Is  an  abode  of  my  delight. 

3  The  humble  foul  my  words  revive, 
I  bid  the  mourning  finner  live  ; 
Heal  all  the  broken  hearts  I  find, 
And  eafe  the  forrows  of  the  mind. 

4  [When  I  contend  againft  their  fin, 

I  make  them  know  how  Vile  they've  been; 
But  fliould  my  wrath  for  ever  fmoke, 
Their  fouls  would  fink  beneath  my  ftroke." 

•5  O  may  thy  pard'ning  grace  be  nigh, 
Left  we  fliould  faint,  defpair,  and  die  ! 
Thus  flic.ll  our  better  thoughts  approve 
The  methods  of  thy  chaft'ning  love.] 

H  Y  M  N  LXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

L:fd  the  day  of  grace  awl  hope.     Eccl.  ix.  4,  5, 
1,  10. 

1  T  IFE  is  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord, 

The  time  t'  infure  the  great  reward, 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
"The  vileft  finner  may  return. 

2  [Life  is  the  hour  that  God  hath  giv'n 
To  'fcape  from  hell,  and  fly  to  heaven; 
The  day  of  grace,  and  mortals  may?* 
Secure  the  blefllngs  of  the  day.] 

3  [The  living  know  that  they  muft  die, 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their  mem'ry  and  their  fenfe  is  gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown.] 

4  [Their  hatred  and  their  love  is  loft,. 
Their  envy  buried  in  the  duft ; 
They  have  no  fhare  in  all  that's  clone 
Beneath  the  circuit  of  the  fun.] 

2  Then  what  my  thoughts  defign  to  do, 
My  hand?,  with  all  your  might,  purfue, 


E,  I.      Spiritual  Songs.  59 

Since  no  device,  nor  work  isfound, 
Nor  faith,  nor  hope,  beneath  the  ground. 
6  There  are  no  aOs  of  pardon  paft 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  hafte, 
But  darknefs,  death,  and  long  defpair, 
Reign  in  eternal  filence  there. 

HYMN   LXXX1X.     Long  Metre. 
Youth  indjudgment.     Ecci.  xi.  9. 
,  VE  fons  of  Adam,  vain  and  young, 

1    Indulge  your  eyes,  indulge  >our  tongue, 
Tafte  the  delights  your  fouls  den  re, 
•   And  give  a  loofe  to  all  your  fire. 

2  Puifue  the  pleafures  you  defign, 

And  cheer  your  hearts  with  lungs  and  wifce  ; 
Enjoy  the  day  of  mirth  *  but  know 
There  is  a  day  of  judgment  too. 

3  God  from  on  high  beholds  your  thoughts, 
°  His  book  records  your  fecret  faults  ; 

The  works  of  darknefs  you  have  cioi.e 
Mull  all  appear  before  the  fun. 
^  4  The  vengeance  to  your  follies  due 

.  should  ftrike  your  heart  with  terror  thro'  1 
Ho*v  will  ye  Hand  before  his  face, 
Panfwe'r  for  his  injured  grace  I 
'5  Almighty  God,  turn  off  their  eyes 
From  thefe  alluring  vanities, 
And  let  the  thunder  of  thy  word 
Awake  their  fouls  to  fear  the  Loid. 
HYMN    XC.     Common  Metre 
The  fame. 
1  L°»  the  y°unS  tribes  of  Adam  rife, 
And  thro'  all  nature  rove, 
Fulfil  the  willies  of  their  eyes, 
And  tafte  the  joys  they  love. 
f  2  They  give  a  loofe  to  wild  e'efircs  { 
ButlgttheffonertfpaY 


oo  n  y  m  n  s    and  B.  I, 

The  ftriA  accounr  that  God  requires 
Ot  all  the  works  they  do. 
3  The  Judge  prepares  his  throne  on  high. 
The  frighted  earth  and  feas 
Avoid  the  fury  of  his  eye, 
And  flee  before  his  face. 
4  Hew  mail  I  bear  that  dreadful  day, 
f  And  fraud  the  f?ry  telH 
I'd  give  all  mortal  joys  away 
Tobeforeverbleft. 

HYMN  XCI.     Long  Metre. 
Advice  to putb;  or,  Old  age  and  death  in  an  un- 

converted fiate,  Eccl.  xii.  i,  7.  Ifa.  Ixv.  20. 
1  ]s[OWin  the  beat  of  youthful  blood 
Remember  your  creator  God  : 
Behold  the  months  come  haft'ning  on 
When  you  fhall  fay — My  joys  are  gone.' 
■j.  Behold  the  aged  finner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead,  ' 
With  endlefs  curfes  on  his  head. 

3  The  duft  returns  to  duft  again  ; 
The  foul  in  agonies  of  pain 
Afcends  to  God  j  not  there  to  dwell, 
But  hears  her  doom,  aud  fuiks  to  hell. 

4  Eternal  King,  1  fear  thy  name, 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am  ; 
And  when  my  foul  nuiflr  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  manflon  in  tky  love. 

HYMN   XCH.     Short  Metre. 
Chrift  the  tvifdam  of  Gad,     Pro v.  viii.  tj  22—32- 
1  SHALL  Wifdom  cry  aloud, 

And  not  her  fpeech  be  heard  ? 
The  voice  of  God's  eternal  Wor-J 
Defer  ves  it  no  regard  I 


B.  I.      Spiritual  Songs.  61 

2  li  I  was  his  chief  delight, 

His  evevlafting  Son, 
Before  the  firft  of  all  his  works, 
Creation,  was  begun. 

3  [Before  the  flying  clouds, 

Before  the  folid  land, 
Before  the  fields,  before  the  floods, 
I  dwelt  at  his  right  hand.] 

4  When  he  adorn'd  the  fkies, 

And  built  them,  I  was  there, 
To  order  where  the  fun  fhould  rife, 
And  marfhal  ev'ry  ftar. 

5  When  he  pour'd  out  the  fea, 

And  fpread  the  flowing  deep ; 
And  gave  the  flood  a  firm  decree, 
In  its  own  bounds  to  keep. 

6  Upon  the  empty  air 

The  earth  was  balanced  well : 

With  joy  I  faw  the  manilon  where 

The  fons  of  men  fhould  dwell. 

7  Mybufy  thoughts  at  firft 

On  their  falvation  ran, 
Ere  fin  was  born,  or  Adam's  duft, 
Was  fafhionM  to  a  man. 

8  Then  come,  receive  my  grace, 

Ye  children,  and  be  wife  : 
Happy  the  man  that  keeps  my  ways  ; 
The  man  that  fhuns  theradies." 

HYNM   XCIII.     Long  Metre. 
Chrift,  or  Wifdotn,  obeyed  or  reftfted..     Pror, 
viii.    34, — 36. 
1  T/HUS  faith  the  Wifdom  of  the  Lord, 

"  Bleft  is  the  man  that  hears  my  word. 
Keeps  daily  watch  before  my  gates, 
And  at  my  feet  for  mercy  waits. 


62  Hymns    and  B.  h 

2  Tfee  foul  that  feeks  me  fhall  obtain 
Immortal  wealth,  and  heav'nly  gain; 
Immortal  lite  is  his  reward, 

Life  and  the  favour  of  the  Lord. 

3  But  the  vile  wretch  that  flies  from  me, 
Doth  his  own  foul  an  injury  ; 

Fools  that  againft  my  grace  rebel, 
Seek  death,  and  love  the  road  to  hell." 

HYMN   XCIV.     Common  Metre. 
purification  by  faith,  not  by  works  ;  or,  The  lav; 
condemns,  grace  juftifies.     Rom.   iii.   1 9,-^22. 

1  yAIN  are  the  hopes  the  fons  of  men 

On  their  own  works  have  built; 
Their  hearts  by  nature  are  unclean, 
And  all  their  actions  guilt. 

2  Let  Jew  and  Gentile  (top  their  mouths, 

Without  a  murmuring  word, 
And  the  whole  race  of  Adam  itand 
Guilty  before  the  Lord. 

3  In  vain  we  afk  God's  righteous  law 

To  juftify  us  now, 
Since  to  convincs,  and  to  condemn, 
Is  all  the  law  can  do. 

4  Jefus,  how  glorious  is  thy  grace, 

When  in  thy  name  we  truft  ! 
Our  faith  receives  a  righteoufnefs 
That  makes  the  fmnerjuft. 

HYMN  XCV.     Common  Metre. 
Regeneration.     John  i.   13.  and  iii.  3,  &c. 

1  ]\JOT  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth, 

Nor  rites,  that  God  has  giv'n, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth, 
Can  raife  a  foul  to  heav'n. 

2  The  fov'reign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace; 


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Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  fome  beav'nly  wind, 

Blows  on  the  fons  of  flefi., 
New  models  all  the  carnal  mip.d, 
And  forms  the  man  afrefh. 

4  Our  quicken'd  fouls  awake  and  rife 

From  the  long  fleep  of  death  ; 

On  heav'nly  things  we  fix  our  eyes, 

And  praife  employs  our  breath. 

HYMN    XCVI.     Common  Metre. 

Election  excludes  boafiing.     i  Cor.  i.   26, — 31. 

1  "RUT  few  among. the  carnal  wife, 

But  few  of  nobler  race, 
Obtain  the  favour  of  thine  eyes, 
Almighty  King  of  grace. 

2  He  takes  the  men  of  meaneft  name 

For  fons  and  heirs  of  God  ; 
And  thus  he  pours  abundant  lhame 
On  honourable  blood. 

3  He  calls  the  fool,  and  makes  him  know 

The  myft'ries  of  his  grace, 
To  bring  afpiring  wifdom  low, 
And  all  its  pride  abafe. 

4  Nature  has  all  its  glories  loft, 

When  brought  before  his  throne  ; 
No  flefh  fhall  in  his  prefence  boaft, 
But  in  the  Lord  alone. 

HYMN  XCVIL     Long  Metre. 
Chrift  our  -wifdom^  right  eoufnefs,  &rc.  I  Cor.  i.  3°* 

1  TVURY'D  in  fhadows  of  the  night 

We  lie,  'till  Chrift  reftores  the  light ; 
Wifdom  defcends  to  heal  the  blind, 
And  chafe  the  darknefs  of  the  mind. 

2  Our  guilty  fouls  are  drown' d  in  tears, 
'Till  his  atoning  blood  appears  : 


\ 


64  Hymns    and  B.  I. 

Then  we  awake  from  deep  diftrefs, 

And  fing,  «  The  Lord  our  Righteoufnefs." 

3  Our  very  frame  is  mix'd  with  fin, 
His  Spirit  makes  our  natures  clean; 
Such  virtues  from  his  fuff  'rings  flow, 
At  once  to  cleanfe,  and  pardon  too. ' 

4  Jefus  beholds  where  Satan  reigns, 
Binding  his  flaves  in  heavy  chains  ; 
He  fets  the  prisoners  free,  and  breaks 
The  iron  bondage  from  our  necks. 

5  Poor  helplefs  worms  in  thee  poflefs 
Grace  wifdom,  pow'r,  and  righteoufnefs 
Thou  art  our  mighty  All,  and  we 
Give  our  whole  ftlves,  O  Lord,  to  thee 

HYMN  XC VIII.     Short  Metre. 
The  fame. 

1  H0W  heavy  »  the  night 

That  hangs  upon  our  eyes, 
'Till  Cbrift,  with  his  reviving  light, 
Over  our  fouls  arife? 

2  Oar  guilty  fpirits'dread 

To  meet  the  wrath  ©f  heav'n; 
But  in  his  righteoufnefs  array'd 
\Vre  fes  our  fins  forgiv'n. 

3  Unholy  and  impure 

Are  "all  our  thoughts  and  ways 
His  hands  infected  nature  cure 
With  fanetifying  grace. 

4  The  pow'rs  of  hell  agree 

To  hold  our  fouls  in  vain  ; 
He  fets  the  fons  of  bondage  free, 
An«l  breaks  the  curfed  chain. 

5  Lord,  -we  adote  thy  ways, 

To  bring  ir»  near  to  God, 
Thy  fov'veign  pow'r,  thy  hea]ing  grace, 
And  thine  atoning  bloetl. 


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HYMN  XICX.     Common  Metre. 

Stones  made  chillren  of  Abraham  ;  or,   Grace  not 

conveyed  by  religious  parents.  Matth.iii.9. 
1  "yAIN  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place 
Upon  their  birth  and  blood, 
Defcended  from  a  pious  race, 
(Their  fathers  now  with  God.) 

2  He  from  the  caves  of  earth  and  bell. 

Can  take  the  hardeftflones, 
And  fill  the  houfe  of  Abra'm  well 
With  new-created  fon3. 

3  Such  wond'rous  pow'rdoth  he  poffefs, 

Who  formed  our  mortal  frame, 
Who  called  the  world  from  emptinefs ; 
The  world  obey'd,  and  came. 

HYMN  C.     Long  Metre. 
Believe,  andbefaved.    John  iii.  16,  17,  18.    ** 
i  J^OT  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men 
Did  Chrift  the  Son  of  God  appear  ; 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  feen, 
No  flaming  fword,  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 
He  lov'd  the  race  of  man  fo  well, 
He  fent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 

Of  fins,  and  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word, 
Truft  in  his  mighty  name  and  live; 
Athoufand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His  hands  a  thoufand  bleffings  give. 

4  But  vengeance  and  damnation  lies  <i# 
On  rebels  who  refufe  his  grace  ; 

Who  God's  eternal  Son  defpife, 
Tlie  hotteft  hell  mall  be  their  place. 


66  H  y  M  N  s    and  B.  I. 

HYMN  CI.     Long  Metre. 

joy in.  heaven  for  a  repenting  [inner.       I. like  xv. 

7,  ro. 

1  ^7  HO  can  defcribe  f'ie  j°>'"  that  rife 

Through  all  the  courts  of  Paradife, 
To  fee  a  prodigal  return, 
To  fee  an  heir  of  glory  born  ? 

2  With  joy  the  Father  doth  approve 
The  fruit  of  his  eternal  love  ; 

The  Son  with  joy  looks  down  and  fees 
The  purci.'sfe  of  bis  agonies. 

3  The  Spirit  takes  delight  to  view 
The  holy  foul  he  form'd  anew  ; 
And  faints  and  angels  join  to  fing 
The  growing  empire  of  their  King. 

HYMN    CII.     Long  Metre. 

The  beatitudes.     Matth.  v.  2, 12. 

LKIT  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee 
Their  emptinefs  and  poverty  ; 
Treafures  of  grace  to  them  are  giv'n, 
And  crowns  of  joy  laid  up  in  heav'n. 

2  Bleft  are  the  men  of  broken  heart, 
Who  mourn  for  fin  with  inward  fmart  ; 
The  blood  of  Chrift  divinely  flows, 

A  healing  balm  for  all. their  woes. 

3  Bleft  are  the  meek,  who  ftand  afar 
From  rage  and  fafiiion,  noife  and  war  ; 
God  will  j'ccure  their  happy  irate, 

And  plead  their  caufe  againft  the  great. 

4  Blefr  are  the  fouls  that  thirft  for  grace, 
Hunger  and  long  for  righteoufnels  ; 
They  fhall  be  well  fupply'd  and  fed 
With  living  dreams  and  living  bread. 

e  Bleft  a-e  the  men  v.!-nre  bowclsmove 
And  melt  witWympathy  and  love,; 


B.  I.      Spiritual  Songs.  67 

From  Chrift  the  Lord  fhall  they  obtain 
Like  Sympathy  and  love  again. 

6  Bleft  are1  the  poor  whofe  hearts  are  clean 
From  the  defiling  bow'r  of  fin  ; 

With  endlefs  pleafnre  they  fhall  fee 
A  God  of  fpotleis  purity. 

7  Bled  are  the  men  of  peaceful  life, 
Who  quench  the  coals  of  growing  ftrife  • 
They  (hall  be  call'd  the  heirs  of  blifs, 
The  fons  of  God  ;  ,the  God  of  peace. 

S  Bleft  are  the  fufF'rers,  who  partake 
Of  pain  and  fhame  for  Jefus'  fake  ; 
Their  fouls  mail  triumph  in  the  Lord, 
Glory  and  joy  are  their  reward. 

HYMN    CIII.     Common  Metre. 
Not  afoamed  of  the  gofpl.     2  Tim.  i .  1 2. 

1  I'M  not  afham'd  to  own  my  Lord, 

Or  to  defend  his  caufe, 
Maintain  the  honour  of  his  word. 
The  glory  of  his  crofs. 

2  Jefas,  my  God  !  I  know  his  name  \ 

His  name  is  all  my  truft  ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  foul  to  fname, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  loft. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne  his  prornife  (lands, 

And  he  can  well  fecure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands, 
'Till  the  decifive  hour. 

4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthlefs  name. 

Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jeruralem 
Appoint  my  foul  a  place. 

HYMN  CIV.     Common  Metre. 
A  (late  of 'nature  and  grace.      iCor.vi.ro    it, 
1    N^  ^  t*ie  malicious  or  profane, 
Tb-2  wanton  or  the  proud, 


68  Hymns  and  B.  I. 

Nor  thieves,  nor  fland'rers,  fliall  obtain 
The  kingdom  of  our  God. 

2  Surprifmg  grace  !  and  fuch  were  we 

By  nature  and  by  fin, 

Heirs  or'  immortal  mifery, 

Unholy  and  unclean. 

3  But  we  are  waftVd  in  Jefus*  blood, 

Were  pavdon'd  thro*  his  name  : 
And  the  good  Spirit  of  our  God 
Has  fanetifled  our  frame. 

4  O  for  a  perfevering  pow'r 

To  keep  thy  juft  commands  ! 
We  would  defile  our  hearts  no  more, 
No  more  pollute  our  hands. 

HYMN  CV.    Common  Metre. 

Heaven  invifible  and  holy.     i  Cor.  ii.  9,  10.  Rev 

xxi.  27. 

1  £jOR  eye  hath  ieen,  nor  ear  has  heard, 

Nor  fenlc  nor  reafon  known, 
What  joys  the  Father  has  prepared 
For  thofe  that  love  the  Son. 

2  But  the  good  Spirit  of  the  Lord 

Reveals  a  heav'n  to  come  : 

The  beams  of  glory  in  his  word 

Allure  and  guide  us  home. 

3  Pure  are  the  joys  above  the  fky, 

And  all  the  region  peace  ; 
No  wanton  lips,  nor  envious  eye, 
Can  fee  or  taile  the  blifs. 

4  Thofe  holy  gates  for  ever  bar 

Pollution,  fin  and  fhame  ; 
None  mall  obtain  admittance  there 
But  followers  of  the  Lamb. 
He  keeps  ths  Father's  book  of  life, 
There  all  their  names  are  found  ; 


B.   I.  SPIRIT        ll     cONG£.  69 

The  hypocrite  in    am  3  .  il  ftrive 
To  tread  rhe  tuav'nly  ground. 

HYMNCVI.     Short  Metre. 
Dead  to  fw  by  the  croft  of  Chrift.  Rom.  vi.  :,  2,-4. 

1  CHALL  we  go  on  to  fin, 

Becaufe  thy  grace  abounds? 
Or  crucify  the  Lord  again, 
And  open  all  his  wounds  ? 

2  Forbid  it,  mighty  God  ! 

Nor  let  it  e'er  be  faid, 
That  we,  whofe  fins  are  crucify'd, 
Should  raife  them  from  the  dead. 

3  We  will  be.  flaves  no  more, 

Since  Chrift  has  made  us  free, 
Has  nail'd  our  tyrants  to  his,crofs, 
And  bought  our  liberty. 

HYMN    CVII.     Long  Metre. 
The  fall  and  recovery  of  man  \  or,  Chrift  and  Satan 
at  enmity.     Gen.  iii.    1,    15,    17.     Gal.  iv.  4. 
Col.  ii.  15. 

1  J)ECEIV'D  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell, 

Adam  our  head,  our  father,  fell, 
When  Satan,  in  the  ferpent  hid, 
Proposed  the  fruit  that  God  forbid. 

2  Death  was  the  threatening  ;  death  began 
To  take  pofTeffion  of  the  man  : 

His  unborn  race  received  the  wound. 
And  heavy  curfes  fmote  the  ground. 

3  But  Satan  found  a  worie  reward  : 
Thus  faith  the  vengeance  of  the  Lord, 
"  Leteverlafting  hatred  be 

"  Betwixt  the  woman's  feed  and  thee. 

4  "  The  woman's  feed  fhall  be  my  Son, 

"  He  fhall  deftroy  what  thou  halt  done  ' 
"  Shall  break  thy  bead,  and  only  feel 
"  Thy  malice  raging  at  his  heel/' 


;o  H  Y  M  n  s    and  B.  I- 

5  [He  fpake,  and  bid  four,  tboufand  years 
Roll  on  ;   at  length  his  Sen  appears  ; 
Angels  with  joy  ciefcend  to  earth, 

And  fing  the  young  Redeemer's  birth. 

6  Lo,  by  the  fans  ef  hell  he  dies  ; 

But  as  he  hung  'twixt  earth  and  ikies, 
He  gave  their  prince  a  fetal  blow, 
And  triumphed  o'er  the  pow'rs  below. 

HYMN    CVIII.      Short  Metre. 
Chrifi  uujeen  and  beloved,      i  pet.  i.  8. 

1  ]SjO'f  with  our  mortal  eyes 

Have  we  beheld  the  Lord, 
Yet  we  rejoice  to  hear  his  name, 
And  love  him  in  his  word. 
-   2  On  earth  we  want  the  fight 
Of  our  Redeemer's  face  ; 
Yet,  Lord",  our  tnma.fi  thoughts  delight 
To  dwell  upon  thy  grace. 

3,  And  when  we  tafte  thy  love, 
Our  joys  divinely  grow 
Unfpeakable,  like  thofe  abeve, 
And  heav'n  begins  below. 

HYMN    CIX.  ,  Long  Metre. 
The  value  of  Chrifi  and  his  righteouj'nefs.     PhiJ. 

Hi-  7,  8,  9- 
i   TyJO  more-,  my  God,  I  boaft  no  more 
Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  truft  the  merit:;  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 
What  was  my  gain,  I  count  my  lofij ; 
My  former  pride  1  call  myfhanie, 

I  nail  my  glory  to-his  crofs. 

3  Yes,  and  I  mud  and  will  efteera 
AH  things  but  lofs  for  Jefu«'  fake  ; 


ft.  I.       Spiritual  Song/s.         y< 

O  may  my  foul  be  found  in  Uim, 
And  oi  his  righteoufneis  partake  ! 
4  The  beft  obedience  of  my  bands 
Darei  not  appear  before  thy  throne  ; 
But  faith  oan  anfwer  thy  demands, 
By  pleading  what  my  J.ord  has  done. 

H  Y  N  M   CX.     Coramom  Metre. 
Death  ,md  tm'.nei'uite  glory      2  Cor-  v.   i,  5,  8, 
i   "THERE  is  a  houle  not  made  with  hands, 
Eternal,   a:id  on  high, 
Anu  here  my  fpirit  waiting  fiands, 
'Till  God  (hall  bid  it  fly. 

2  Shortly  this  prilbn  of  rny  clay 

Mail  be  difiblv'd  and  fall  ; 
Then,  O  my  foul,  with  joy  obey 
Thy  heav'nly  Father's  call. 

3  'Tis  he,  by  his  almighty  grace, 

That  forms  thee  fit  for  heav'n 
And  as  an  earneil  of  the  place, 
Has  his  own  Spirit  giv're 

4  We  walk  by  faith  of  joys  to  come, 

Faith  lives  upon  his  word  ; 

But  while  the  body  is  our  home, 

We're  abfent  from  the  Lord. 

5  'Tis  pleafant  to  believe  thy  grace, 

But  we  had  rather  fee  ; 
We  would  be  abfent  from  the  flefh, 
And  prefent,  Lord,  with  thee. 
HYMN    CXI.     Common  Me  fre. 
Salvation  by  grace.      Titus  iii.  3,   7. 

1  rj^ORD,  we  confefs  our  num'rous  faults, 
l-     ^  How  great  our  guilt  has  been  ! 
Foolifh  and  vain  are  all  our  faults, 

And  all  our  lives  were  fin. 

2  But,  O  my  foul,  for  everpraife, 

For  sver  love  his  narrie, 


72  Hymns    and  B.  I. 

Who  turns  thy  feet  from  dang'rous  ways 

Of  folly,  fin,  and  fhame.] 
%  ['Tis  not  by  works  of  righteoufnefs, 

Which  our  own  hands  have  done  ; 
But  we  arefav'd  by  fov'reign  grace, 

Abounding  thro'  his  Son.] 

4  'Tis  from  the  mercy  of  our  God 

That  all  our  hopes  begin  ; 
'Tis  by  the  water  and  the  blood 
Our  fouls  are  waftVd  from  fin. 

5  'Tis  thro'  the  purcbafe  of  his  death, 

Who  hung  upon  the  tree, 
The  Spirit  is  fent  down  to  breathe 
On  fuch  dry  bones  as  we. 

6  Rais'd  from  the  dead,  we  live  anew  ; 

And*  juftify'd  by  grace, 
We  (hall  appear  in  glory  too, 
And  fee  our  Father's  face. 

HYMN   CXII.     Common  Metre. 

The  brazen  fer pent ;  or ,  Looking  to  Jefus.  2  John 

ver.  I4-— 16. 

I   gO  did  the  Hebrew  prophet  raife 
The  brazen  ferpent  high  ; 
The  wounded  felt  immediate  eafe, 
The  camp  forbore  to  die. 
.2  Look  upward  in  the  dying  hour, 
And  live,  the  prophet  cries  ; 
But  Chrift" performs  a  nobler  cure, 
When  faith  lifts  up  her  eyes. 

3  High  on  the  crofs  the  Saviour  hung, 

High  in  the  heav'ns  he  reigns  : 
Here  finners  by  th'  old  ferpent  (lung, 
Look,  andforget  their  pains. 

4  When  God's  own  Son  is  lifted  up, 

A  dying  world  revives ; 


B.  I.       Spiritual  Songs.       73 

The  Jew  behold  the  glorious  hope, 
Th-*  expiring  Gentile  lives. 

H  Y  M  N  CXIII.      Common  Metre. 

Abrahr.r-i's  ilfJ/ingo;i  the  Gftitiks,      Gen.  xvii.  7. 

Rom.  xv.  3.     Mark  x.   14. 

1  J^OYY  large  the  prom i. 2  !   how  divine  ! 

To  Abrah'm  and  his  feed! 

il  I'll  be  a  God  to  thee  and  thine, 

"   Supplying  all  their  need/' 

2  The  words  of  his  extenfive  love 

From  age  to  age  endure  J 
The  angel  of  the  coV'nant  prove?, 
And  ieals  the  bieflng  iure. 
!  Jefus,  the  ancient  faith  confirm;, 
To  our  great  fathers  giv'n  ; 
Pie  takes  yoiing  children  to  his  arms, 
And  calls  them  heirs  of  heav'n. 
'.   Our  God,  how  faithful  are  his  ways  ! 
His  love  endures  the  fame  ; 
Nor  from  the  riromtfe  of  his  grace' 
Blots  out  the  children's  name. 

HYMN    CXIV.     Common    Metre. 
The  fame.     Rom.  xi.    16,   17- 
Q  ENTILES  b>  nature,  we  belong 

To  the  wild  olive  wood  ; 
Grace  took  us  from  the  barren  tree, 

And  grafts  us  m  the  good. 
With  the  fame  bleffings  grace  endows 

The  Gentile  and  the  Jew; 
If  pure  and  holy  be  the  roetj 
Such  are  the  branches  too. 
Then  let  the  children  of  the  faints 

Be  dedicate  to  God  ; 
Pour  out  tfty  Soi.it  on  them,   L-rd 
Acd  walb  themln  thy  blood. 

i) 


74  Hymns    and         B.  I. 

4  Thus,  to  the  parents  and  their  feed, 
Shall  thy  falvation  come, 
AnJ  num'rou?,  houiholds  meet  at  laft 
I  in  one  carnal  home. 

HYMN    CXV.     Cmmon  Metre. 
Conviftion  of  fa  by  the  law.     Rom.  vii.  8,  % 

if,  *\- 
,    T  ORU,  how  fecare  my  conference  was, 
And  felt  no  inward  dread  i 
I  was  alive  without  the  law, 
And  thought  my  fins  were  dead. 
2  My  hopes  of  heav'n  were  firm  and  bright 

But  imce  the  precept  came 
•    With  a  convincing pinv'r  and  light, 
"      I  find  lfow  vile  I  am. 
-3  [My  guilt  appeared  but  fmall  before, 
'Till  terribly  I  faw 
How  perfeft,  h«»lyr  jaft,  and  pure. 
Was  thine  eternal  law. 

4  Then  felt  my  foul  a  heavy  load, 

j\1y  fins  revived  again, 
I  had  provok'd  a  dreadful  God, 
And  all  my  hopes  were  llain.] 

5  I'm  like  a  helplefs  captive  fold, 

Under  the  pow'r  of  fin  *, 
I  cannot  do  the  good  i  would, 
Nor  keep  my  confciencs  clean. 

6  My  God,  I  cr\/d  with  ev'ry  breath, 

For.fome  kind  pow'r  to  fave, 
To  break  the  yoke  of  fin  ar.d  death, 
And  thus  redeem  the  (lave- 

HYMN   CXVI.     Long  Metre. 
'Love  to  God,  and  our  neighbour.     Matth.  xxi 
37,-40- 
i   THUS  faith  the  firft,  the  great  command, 
"  Let  all  thy  inward  now'rs  unite 


B.I.        Spiritual  Songs.         75 

To  love  thy  Maker  and  thy  God, 
"With  utmoft  vigour  and  delight. 

2  Then  fhall  thy  neighboisr  next  in  place 
Sha^e  thine  affection  and  efteem, 

And  let  thy  kicdnefs  to  thyfelf 
Meafbre  and  rule  thy  love  to  him." 

3  This  is  the  fenfe  that  Mofes  fpake, 
This  did  the  prophets  preach  and  prove  ; 
For  want  of  this  the  law  is  broke, 

And  the  whole  law's  fulfiFd  by  love. 

4  But  O  !  how  bafe  our  paiTions  are, 
How  cold  our  charity  and  zeal  ! 
Lord,  fill  our  fouls  with  heav'nly  fire, 
Or  we  fliall  ne'er  perform  thy  will. 

HYMN  CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

EUttion  [overeign  and  free.     Rom.  ix.  21,22, 

23,  24. 

1  TpjEHOLD  the  potter  and  the  clay, 

He  forms  the  vefiels  as  he  pleafe; 
Such  is  our  Gcd  :   and  fuch  we  are, 
The  fubje<ft  of  his  juft  decrees. 

2  Doth  not  the  workman's  pow'r  extend, 
O'er  all  the  mafs,  which  part  to  chufer 
And  mould  it  for  a  nobler  end, 

And  which  to  leave  for  viler  nfe  >] 

3  May  not  the  fov'reign  Lord  on  high 
Difpenfe  his  lavors  as  he  will, 
Chufe  fome  to  life,  while  others  die,. 
And  yet  be  jufc  and  gracious  ft  ill  ? 

4  [What,  if  to  make  his  terrors  known,. 
He  lets  his  patience  long  endure, 
Sufr'ring  vile  rebels  to  go  on, 

And  feal  their  own  deftruclion  fare  ? 

5  What,  if  he  means  to  /hew  his  grace,, 
And  his  electing  love  employs 


;6  Hymns   and  B.  9 

To  mark  out  fome  of  mortal  race, 
And  form  them  fit  for  heav'nly  joys  ?] 

6  Shall  man  reply  againft  the  JLord, 
And  call  his  Maker's  ways  unjufr, 
The  thunder  of  whofe  dreadful  word 
Can  crufh  a  thoufand  worlds  to  duft  ? 

7  But,  O  my  foul,  if  truth  fVbright 
Should  dazzle  and  confound  thy  fighf, 
Yet  {till  his  written  will  obey, 

And  wait  the  great  decifive  day. 

8  Then  he  fnall  make  his  juftice  known, 
And  the  whole  world  before  his  throne, 
With  joy  or  terror  fnall  confefs 

The  glory  of  his  righteoufnefs. 

HYMN    CXVIIL     Short  Metre. 
Mofes  and  Chrijl;   or,  Sin  again]}  the  law  and 
gofpel   John  i.  17-  Heb.  iii.  3,  S,  6.  &  x.  28,  29. 

1  THE  law  by  Mofes  came, 

But  peace,  and  truth,  and  love, 
Were  brought  by  Chrift,  a  nobler  name, 
Defcending  from  above. 

2  Amidft  the  houfe  of  God 

Their  difFrent  works  were  done: 
Mofes  a  faithful  fervant  flood, 
But  Cbrifl  a  faithful  Son. 
2  Then  to  his  new  commands 
Be  (trier,  obedience  paid; 
O'er  all  his  Father's  houfe  he  (lands 
The  Sovereign  and  the  Head. 

4  The  man  that  durffc  defpife 

The  law  that  Mofes  brought ! 
Behold  how  terribly  he  dies 
For  his  premmptVus  fault : 

5  But  forer  vengeance  '"•'••••;; 

Ontllat  •*<-?> 


B.  I.       Spiritual  Songs.  77 

Who  hate  to  hear  when  Jefus  calls, 
And  dare  refill  hrs  grace. 

HYMN    CXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  different  fuccefs  of  the  go f pel.      I  Cor.  i.  23^ 

24.     2  C  r.  ii.  t6.      1  Cor.  iii.  6,  7. 
2    £HRIST  and  his  erofs  is  all  our  theme  : 
The  myit'ries  that  we  fpeak 
Are  fcandal  in  the  Jews  efleem, 
And  folly  to  the  Greek  : 

2  But  fouls  enlightened  from  above, 

With  joy  receive  the  word; 
They  fee  what  wifdoni,  pow'r,  and  love, 
Shines  in  their  dying  Lord. 

3  The  vital  favour  of  his  name 

Reftores  their  fainting  breath; 
But  unbelief  perverts  the  fame 
To  guilt,  defpair,  and  death. 

4  'Till  God  diffufe  his  graces  down, 

Like  fhow'rs  of  heav'nly  rain, 
In  vain  Apollo  fows  the  ground, 
And  Paul  may  plant  in  vain. 

HYMN   CXX.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  of  things  unf.een.     Heb.  xi.    1,  3,  8,  10. 

1  JTAITH  is  the  brightest  evidence 

Of  things  beyond  our  fight, 
Breaks  thro-'  the  clouds  of  flefii  and  fenfe, 
And  dwells  in  heav'nly  light ; 

2  It  fets  times  paft  in  prefent  view, 

Brings  diftant  profpecls  home, 
Of  things  a  thoufand  years  ago, 
Or  thoufand  years  to  come. 

3  By  faith  we  know  the  worlds  were  made 

By  God's  almighty  word ; 
Abraham  to  unknown  countries  led. 
By  faith  obey'd  the  Lord* 


;S  Hymns   and  B.  I. 

4  He  fought  a  city,   fair  and  high, 
Built  by  th'  Eternal  hands; 
And  faith  affaires  us  tho*  we  die 
That  heav'nly  building  ftands. 

HYMN    CXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Children  devoted  to  God.     Gen.  xvii.  7»  *•• 
Aftsxvi.  14,  15,  33- 
X   THUS  faith  the  mercy  of  the  Lord, 
I'll  be  a  God  to  thee: 
I'll  blefs  thy  numerous  race,  and  they 
Shall  be  a  feed  for  me. 

2  Abrah'm  bsliev'd  the  promis'd  grace, 

And  gave  his  fon  to  God  ; 
But  water  feals  the  bleffings  now, 
That  once  was  feal'd  with  blood. 

3  Thus  Lydia  fanetify'd  her  houfe, 

When  flie  receiv'd  the  word  ; 
Thus  the  believing  jailor  gave 
His  houfliold  to  the  Lord. 

4  Thus  later  faints,  eternal  King, 

Thine  ancient  truth  embrace  ; 
To  thee  their  infant  offspring,  brings 
And  humbly  claim  the  grace. 

HYMN    CXXII.     Long  Metre. 
Believers  buried  with  Chrift  in  baptifm>    Roiji. 

vi.  3,  4,  &c. 
j   T)0  we  not  know  that  folemnword, 

That  we  are  bury'd  with  the  Lord, 
Baptiz'd  into  his  death,  and  then 
Put  off  the  body  of  our  fin  ? 

2  Our  fouls  receive  diviner  breath, 
Rais'd  from  corruption,  guilt,  and  death : 
So  from  the  grave  did  Chriil  aiife, 

And  lives  to  God  above  the  fkies. 

3  No  more  let  fin  or  Saran  reign 
Over  our  mortal  ficfti  again ; 


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The  various  lufts  we  ferv'd  before 
Shall  have  dominion  now  no  more. 

HYMN    CXX1II.     Common  Metre. 
The  repenting  prodigal.      Luke  xv.   13,  &rc. 

1  REHOLD  the  wretch  whofe  luft.  and  wine 

Has  wafted  his  eftate, 
He  begs  a  mare  among  the  fwine, 
To  tafte  the  huiks  they  eat. 

2  "  I  die  with  hunger  here, ''   he  cries 
u  1  ftarve  in  foreign  lands  ; 

My  father's  houfe  ha;  large  fupplies, 
And  bounteous  are  his  hands. 

3  I'll  go,  and  with  a  mournful  tongue 

Fall  down  before  his  face  ; 
Father,  I've  done  thy  juftice  wrong*, 
Nor  can  deferve  thy  grace." 

4  He  faid,  and  haften'd  to  his  home, 

To  feek  his  father's  love; 

The  father  faw  the  rebel  come 

And  all  his  bowels  move. 

5  He  ran  and  fell  upon  his  neck, 

Eoibrac'd  and  kifs'd  his  fon  J 
The  rebels  heart  with  forrow  brake 

For  follies  he  had  done. 
6-*(  Take  off  his  clothes  of  fhame  and  fin, 

{The  father  gives  command.) 
Drefs  him  in  garments  white  and  clean, 

With  rings  adorn  his  hand. 
7  A  day  cf  feafting  I  ordain, 

Let  mirth  and  joy  abound  ; 
My  fon  was  dead,  and  lives  again, 

Was  loft,  and  now  is  found.-" 

HYMN    CXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
The  firfi  and  fecomi  Adam.     Rom.  v.   I  2,  &rc. 
I   J)EEP  in  the  dnft  before  thyj;hrore, 
Oar  guilt  and  our  difgrace  we  own: 


3o  Hymns   and  B.  I. 

Great  God,  we  own  th'  unhappy  name 

\V hence  fprung  our  nature  and  our  fhame  ! — 

2  Adam  the  (inner  t  At  his  fall 

Death,  like  a  conqu'ror,   feiz'd  us  all ; 
A  thoufand  new-born  babes  are  dead 
By  fatal  union  to  their  head. 

3  But  whilft  our  fpirits,  fill'd  with  awe, 
Behold  the  terrors  of  thy  law, 

"We  fing  the  honours  of  thy  grace, 
Thai  fent  to  fave  our  ruin'd  race. 
A  We  fin^  thine  everlafling  Son, 
Who  join'd  our  nature  to  his  own 
Adam  the  fecond,  from  the  duft 
K.aifes  the  ruins  of  the  firft. 

5  [3/  the  rebellion  of  one  man 
Through  all  his  feed  the  mifchief  ran 
And  by  one  man's  obedience  now 
Are  all  his  feed  made  righteous  too. 

6  Where  fin  did  reijn,  and  death  abound, 
There  have  the  fons  of  Adam  found 
Abounding  life  ;   there  glorious  grace 
Reigns  thro'  the  Lord  our  righteoui'nefs.] 

H  Y  M  N    CXXV.     Common  Metre. 

CbriVs  totfrpajfidn  to  We  -weak  and  tempted. 
Het>.  iv.    1 6.  and  v.   7.     Matth.  xii.  20. 

1  TyiTH  joys  we  meditate  the  grace 

Of  ou  r  High  Prieft  above  ; 
His  heart  is  made  of  tendernefs, 
His  bowels  melt  with  love. 

2  Touch'd  with  a  fympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  fore  temptations  mean, 
For  he  has  felt  the  fame. 

3  But  fpotlefs,  innocent,  and  pure, 

The  great  Redeemer  flood, 


.  r.        Spiritual  Songs.         8r 

While  Satan's  fiery  darts  be  bore, 
And  did  refill  to  blood. 

4  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flefh 

Pour'd  out  his  cries  and  tears, 
And  in  his  meafuve  feels  afreih 
What  ev'ry  member  bears. 

5  [He'il  never  quench  the  fmc-aking  flax, 

But  raife  it  to  a  Bapae  : 
The  brv.ifed  reed  he  never  break?, 
Nor  fcorns  the  meaneft  name.] 

6  Then  let  our  humble  fcu;s  addreft 

His  mercy  and  his  pow'r, 
We  fhall  obta'n  deliv'nng  -r--.ee 
In  the  did refllng  hour. 
HYMN    CXXV I .     I.  o  h  g  Me  t  re . 
Charity  rin$  uncburitailenefs'.     Rom.  xiv.  17,  19. 
1  Ccr.   x.   32. 

1  MOT  ditF rent  food,  nor  dtfP rent  drefs, 

Compofe  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord  ; 
But  peace,  and  joy,  and  righteoufnef.-, 
Faith,  and  obedience  to  his  word. 

2  When  weaker  Christians  we  defpife, 
We  do  the  gofpel  mighty  wrong  ; 
For  God,  the  gracious  and  the  wife, 
Receives  the  feeble  and  the  ilrong.. 

3  Let  pride  and  wrath  be  banifh'd  hence, 
Meeknefs  and  love  our  fouls  purfue, 
Nor  fhall  our  pra&ice  give  oiFence^ 
To  faints,   the  Gentile,  or  the  Jew. 

HYMN    CXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
Gbrtji's  invitation  to  pnmrs  ;   or,  ?7.v.v: /.';.';/  aud 

pride.     Matth.  xi.  28,— 32. 
1  (,<.   POME  hither,  all  ye  weary  fouls, 
«  Ye  heavy  laden  fume rs,  come; 

I'll  give  you  reft  from  all  your  toils, 
And  raife  yen  to  your  heavenly  hosie  y    D  2 


S2  Hymns    and         B.  I 

2  They  mall  find  reft  that  learn  of  me 
I'm  or  a  meek  and  Jowly  mind  ;         ' 
But  paflion  rages  like  the  fea, 
And  pride  is  reftlefs  as  the  wind. 

3  BlefVd  is  the  man  whofe  moulders  taks 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight 
My  yoke  is  eafy  to  the  neck, 

My  grace  fhall  make  the  burden  light." 

4  Jefus,  we  come  at  thy  command, 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble  zeal, 
Befign  ourfpirjfcs  to  thy  hand, 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 

HYMN    CXKVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  apofiles'  commiffion  ;  or,  The  gofpel  attefled 
»y  mtwles.   Markxvi.  15.  Matt,  xxviii.  i8,&c. 
s  «  QO  preach  my  gofpel,  faith  the  Lord, 

Bid  the  whole  earth  my  £race  receive- 
He  mall  be  fav'd  that  trufts  my  word  : 
He  mall  be  darnn'd  that  won't  believe. 

2  [I'll  make  your  great  commiffions  known, 
And  ye  mail  prove  my  gofpel  true, 

By  all  this  works  that  I  have  done, 
By  all  the  wonders  ye  fhall  do. 

3  Go  heal  the  fick,  go  raife  the  dead, 
Go  caft  out  devils  in  my  name  j* 
Nor  let  my  prophets  be  afraid, 

Tho'  Greeks  reproach,  and  Jews  Hafpheme.] 

4  Teach  all  the  nations  mv  commands, 
I'm  with  you  till  the  world  fhall  end; 
All  pow'r  is  trufted  in  my  hands, 

I  can  deftroy  and  I  defend." 

5  He  fpake,  and  light  mone  round  his  head, 
On  a  bright  cloud  to  beav'n  be  rod*  ; 
They  to  the  fartheft  nations  fpread 

Tbe  grace  of  their  afce©dingGo«l, 


B.  I.      Spiritual   Songs.  83 

HYMN    CXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

Izibtniffion  and  deliverance;  or,  Abraham  offering 

his  fon.     Gen.  xxii.   6,  lie, 

1  QAINTS,  at  your  heav'nly  Father's  word, 

Give  up  your  comforts  to  the  Lord; 
He  (hall  reitore  what  you  ref  gr. 
Or  grant  you  blefiings  more  divine. 

2  So  Abraham,  with  obedient  hand, 
Led  forth  his  fon  at  God's  command  i 
The  wood,  the  fire,  the  knife  he  took, 
His  arm  prepared  the  dreadful  ftroke. 

3  "  Abrah'm  forbear,''   the  angel  cry'd, 

tl  Thy  faith  is  known,  thy  love  is  try'd; 

"  Thy  fon. (hall  live,  and  in  thy  feed^ 

"  Shall  the  whole  earth  be  bteiYd  indeed." 

4  Juft  in  the  lall  diftrejfing  hour 

The  Lord  displays  delivering  pow'r  : 
The  mount  of  danger  is  the  place, 
Where  we  fhall  fee  furpriling  grace. 

H  Y  M  N  CXXX.     Lang  Metre. 
Love  and  hatred.     Phil.  ii.  2.     Eph..  iv.  3D,  kd 

1  J^OW  by  the  bowels  of  my  God, 

His  fharp  diftrefs,  his  fore  complaints,. 
By  his  laft  groans,,  his  dying  blopd, 
I  charge  my  foul  to  love  the  faints. 

2  Clamour,  and  wrath,  and  war  begone, 
Envy  and  fpite  for  ever  ceafe, 

Let  bitter  words  no  more  be  known 
Among  the  faints,,  the  fans  of  peace. 

$  The  Spirit  like  a  peaceful  dove, 
Flies  from  the  realms  of  noife  and  flrife*, 
Why  flmuld  we  vex  and  grieve  bis  love, 
Who  feals  our  fouls  to  heav'nly  life  ? 

l.  Tender  and  kind^be  all  our  though ts, 
Thru'.  aH»inr.<BFSjdtjBi9rc£  rue  i 


!$4  Hymns      and         B.  I. 

So  God  forgives  our  narn'rous  faults 
For  the  dear  fake  of  Cbrill  his  Son. 

IIYNM    CXXXL     Long  Metre. 
The  Pharifee  and  the  Vnblicnv..  Lukexyiii.  io,  kc. 
i  gEFfOLD  how  firmer*  difagree, 
The  Publican  and  Pharifee.; 
One  doth  his  ngnfeoufnefs proclaim, 
The  other  owns  his  guilt  and  (liame. 

2  This  man  at  humble  difhrnce  flands, 
And  cries  for  grace,  with  lifted  hands  ; 
That  boldly  rifes  near  the  throne, 
And  talks  of  duties  he  had  done. 

3  The  Lord  their  difPrent  language  knows, 
Am!  difPrent  anfwers  he  beflowc  ; 

The  humble  foul  with  grace  he  crowns, 
Y/hilil  on  the  proud  his  anger  frowns. 
A  Dear  Father,  let  me  never  be 
Join'd  with  the  boafting  Pharifee; 
I  have  no  merits  of  my  own, 
Uut  plead  the  fufFV.ngs  cf  thy  Sen. 

HYMN    CXXXII.     Short  Metre. 

liolincfs  and  grace.     Tit  ii.    10,  13. 
x    QO  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs 

The  holy  gofpel  we  profefs ; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtue  fhine 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  mall  we  beft  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  Co3, 
When  the  falvation  reigns  within  , 
And  grace  fubdnes  the  pow'r  of  fin. 

3  Our  flefh  and  fenfr  mull  be  deny'd, 
Pafllon  and  envy,  luft  and  pride  : 

While  judice,  temp' ranee,  truth  and  love, 
Our  inward  piety  approve. 

4  Kelvgion  bears  our  fpiiits  up, 
White  we  expeel  tfcat  blclTzi  Ii^pe^ 


B,  L      Spiritual  Songs.  85 

The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  frauds  leaning  on  his  word. 

HYMN   CXXXIIL     Common  Metre. 

Love  and  charity.      I  Cor.   xiii.   2,-7,  13. 

1  T  ET  Pharifees  of  high  efteem 

Their  faith  and  zeal  declare, 
All  their  religion  is  a  dream, 
If  love  be  wanting  there. 

2  Love  fnffers  long  with  patient  eye, 

Nor  is  provok'd  in  hafte, 

She  lets  the  prefent  injury  die, 

And  long  forgets  the  paft. 

3  [Malice  and  rage,  thofe  fires  of  hell, 

She  quenches  with  her  tongue  ; 
Hopes  and  believes,  and  thinks  no  ill, 
Tho'  flie  endures  the  wrong.] 

4  fShe  ne'er  de fires  nor  feeks  to  know 

The  fcandals  of  the  time; 
>Tor  looks  with  pride  on  thofe  below, 
Nor  envies  thofe  that  climb.] 

5  She  lays  her  own  advantage  by, 

Tofeek  her  neighbour's  good  : 
So  God's  own  Son  came  down  to  die, 
And  bought  our  lives  with  blood- 

6  Love  is  the  grace  that  keeps  her  pow'r 

In  all  the  realms  above  ; 
There  faith  and  hope  are  known  no  more, 
But  faints  for  ever  love. 
HYMN    CXXXIV.     Long  Metre. 
Religion  vain  •without  love.      1  Cor.  xiii.  I,  2,  £. 

1  T-JAD  l  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews, 

And  nobler  fpeec'h  than  angels  ufe, 
If  love  be  abfent,  I  am  found 
Like  tinkling  brafs,  an  empty  found. 

2  Were  I  infpir'd  to  preach  and  tell 
All  that  is  done  in  fceav'n  and  hell.; 


86  Hymns    and  B.  I.. 

Or  could  my  faith  the  world  remove, 
SMI  I  am  nothing  without  love. 

3  Should  I  diftiibute  all  my  ftore 
To  feed  the  bowels  of  the  poor, 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame 

To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  r.ame; 

4  If  love  to  God,  and  love  tomes, 
Be  abfent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain'; 
Nor  tongues   nor  gifts,  nor  f?ry  zeal, 
The  works  of  love  can  e'er  fulfil 

HYMN    CXXXV.     Long  Metre 
Tee  love  of  Cbrkft  Jbed  abroad  in  the  be.iri     Eph 
iii-   16,   &c.  ^  * 

1  QOME,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell- 

By  faith  and  love,  in  ev'ry  bread  • 
Then  mall  we  know,  and  tafte,  and  feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  exprefs'd. 

2  Come,  fill  our  hearts  with  inward ilrength 
Make  Pur  enlarged  fouls  poffefs, 

And  learn  the  height,  and  breadth,  and  length 
Ot  thine  unmeafureabie  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God  whofe  pow'r  can  do 
More  than  our  thoughts  or  wilhes  know, 
Be  everlaihng  honours  dafi'e 

By  all  the  church  of  Chrift  his  Son. 
H  Y  M  N    C.XXXVI.     Common,  Metre. 
Sincerity  and bypocrffy  ;  or,  Formality  in  ivor/k^     ' 

John  iv.   24-     Pfalmcxxxix.*23,   24" 
1    GOD  is  a  fPi"t  jaft,  and  wife, 
He  fees  our  inmoft  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heav'n  we  raife  our  cries, 
And  leave  cur  fouls  behind. 

3  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 
With  honour  can  appear  x 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known 
T-imagh  cbt  diffr/dfc  thtji  weta 


B.  I.      Spiritual  Songs.  87 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  falute  the  fkies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  facrifice, 
"Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  fearch  my  thoughts  and  try  my  ways, 

And  make  my  foul  fincere  ; 
Then  fhall  I  ftand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there. 

HYMN  CXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
Silvation  by  grace  in  Cbrijl.     2  Tim.  i.  9,   10. 
3   MOW  to  the  pow'r  of  God  fupreme, 
Be  everlafting  honours  giv'n, 
He  faves  from  hell,  (we  blefs  his  name,) 
He  calls  ®ur  wandering  feet  to  heav'n. 

2  Not  for  our  duties  or  deferts, 
But  of  his  own  abundant  grace, 
He  w»rks  falvation  in  our  hearts, 
And  farms  a  people  for  his  praife. 

3  'Twas  his  own  purpoP"  that  begun 
To  refcue  rebels  doomed  to  die  ; 
He  gave  us  grace  by  Chrift  his  Son, 
Before  he  fpread  the  ftarry  iky. 

4  Jefus  the  Lord  appears  at  lafr, 

And  makes  his  Father's  counfels  known  ; 
Declares  the  great  tranfa«5Hcns  pafs'd, 
And  brings  immortal  bleffings  down. 

5  He  dies  !    and  in  that  dreadful  night 
Did  all  the  pow'rs  of  hell  deftroy  ; 
Rifing  he  brought  our  heav'n  to  light/ 
And  took  pofTeffion  of  the  joy. 

HYMN    CXXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Saints  in  the  bands  of  Chrift.     John  x.  28,  2fy 
1  piRM  as  the  earth  thy  gofpelftands, 
My  Lord,  my  hope,  my  trull  ; 
If  I  am  found  in  Jefus'  hands 
My  fcrul  can  ne'er  be  loft. 


83  Hymns    and  B.  I- 

2  Hi"  honour  is  engag'd  to  fave 

The  meaneft  or' his  flieep; 
All  that  his  heav'nly  Fathergave, 
'  His  hands  fecurely  keep. 

3  Nor  death,  nor  hell,  fhafl  e'er  remove 

His  i'av'rites  from  his  breaft  ; 
la  the  dear  bofom  ot*  his  love 
They  muft  for  ever  reft. 

HYMN   CXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
Hope  in  the  cbvettttut ;   or  God's  promife  and 
truth  unchangeable.     Heb.   vi.    J  7, — 89. 

1  £]OW  oft  hath  fin  and  Satan  ftrove 

To  rend  my  foul  from  thee,  my  God  ! 
But  everlaiting  is  thy  love, 
And  Jefus  feals  it  with  his  blood. 

2  The  oath  and  promife  of  the  Lord 
join  tc  confirm  the  wond'rous  grace  ; 
Eternal  pow'r  performs  the  work, 
And  fills  all  heav'n  -with  er.dlefs  praife. 

3  Amid  ft  temptations  {harp  and  long, 
My  foul  to  this  dear  refuge  flies ; 
Hope  is  my  anchor,  firm  and  ftrong, 
While  tempeftsblow,  and  billows  rile, 

4  The  gofpel  bears  my  fpirit  up  ; 
A  faithful'and  unchanging  God 
Lays  the  foundation  for  my  hope, 
In  oath~,  and  promifes,   and-blood. 

HYMN     CXL.     Common  Metre. 
A  living  and  a  dead  fifth,  colletfsd  from  fcveral 
fcriptures. 

1  J^ISTAKEN  route  1   that  dream  of  heav'n, 

And  make  their  empty  boalt 
Of  inward  joys,  and  fins  forgiven, 
While  they  are  fiaves  to  luft. 

2  Vain  are  our  fancies,  airy  flights. 

If  faith  be'  e  old  arid  dead; 


B.I.      Spiritual  Songs.  89 

None  but  a  living  pow'r  unites 
To  Clirift  the  living  head. 

3  'Tis  faith  that  changes  all  the  heart, 

'Tis  faith  tbat  works  by  love  ; 
That  bids  all  finfnl  joys  depart, 
And  lifts  the  thoughts  above. 

4  'Tis  faith  that  conquers  earth  and  hell, 

By  a  celeftial  pow'r ; 
This  is  the  grace  that  mall  prevail 
In  the  decifive  hour. 

5  [Faith  muil  obey  her  Father's  will, 

As  well  as  trufl  his  grace  ; 
A  pardoning  God  is  jealous  Itill, 
For  his  own  holinefs. 

6  When  from  the  curfe  he  fets  us  free, 

He  makes  our  natures  clean. 
Nor  would  he  fend  his  Son  to  be 
The  miuifter  of  fin. 

7  His  Spirit  purifies  our  frame, 

And  feals  our  peace  with  God  J 
Jefus,  and  his  falvation,  came 
By  water  and  by  blood. 

HYMN    CXLI.     Short  Metre. 
The  humiliation  and  exaltation  of  Chrift.      Ifa« 

liii.   1, — 5,   10, — 2. 
j   \yHO  has  believM  thy  word, 
Or  thy  falvation  known  ; 
K.eveal  thine  arm,  almighty  Lord, 
And  glorify  thy  Son. 

2  The  Jews  efteemM  him  here 

Too  mean  for  their  belief; 
Sorrows  his  chief  acquaintance  were, 
And  his  companion  grief. 

3  They  turn'd  their  eyes  away, 

And  treated  him.  with  fcorn;         * 


po  Hymns    and  B.  I. 

But  'twas  their  grief  upon  him  lay, 
Their  forrows  he  has  borne. 

4  'Twasfor  the  ftubborn  Jews, 

And  Gentiles,  then  unknown, 
The  God  of  juttice  pleas'd  to  bruife 
His  bed:  beJoved  Son. 

5  "  But  I'll  prolong  his  days, 

And  make  his  kingdom  (land  ; 
-    My  pleafure,  faith  the  God  of  grace, 
Shall  profper  in  his  hand. 

6  [His  joyful  foul  fhall  fee 

The  purchafe  of  his  pain, 
And  by  his  knowledge  juftify 
The  guilty  ions  of  men.] 

7  [Ten  thoufand  captive  flaves, 

Releas'd  from  death  and  fin, 
Shall  quit  their  prifons  and  their  graves, 
And  own  their  pow'r  divine.] 

8  [Heav'n  fhall  advance  my  Son 

To  joys  that  earth  deny'd  ; 
Who  faw  the  follies  men  had  done, 
And  bore  their  fins  and  dy'd." 

HYMN    CXLII.     Short  Metre. 
The  fame.     Ifa.  liii.  b, — 9, —  j2. 

1  T  IKE  fheep  we  went  aftray, 

And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 
Each  wand'ring  in  a  different  way, 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeace  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head  ! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Chrift  fuftain'd  the  flrok*! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pay? 
A  ranfom  for  the  fleck. 


B.  I.      Spiritual  Soxss. 

4  His  honour  and  his  breath 

Were  taken  both  away: 
Join'd  with  the  wicked  in  his  death, 
And  :nade  as  vile  as  they. 

5  But  Goo  (hall  raife  his  head 

O'er  all  the  fons  of  men  ; 
And  make  him  fee  a  numerous  feed 
To  recompenfe  his  pain. 

6  "  I'll  give  him,  faith  the  Lord, 

A  portion  with  the  ftrong; 

He  (hall  poffefs  a  large  reward, 

And  hold  his  honors  long." 

HYMN   CXI.1II.     Commong  Metre. 

Characters  of  the  children  of  God,  from  fever  al 
fcriptures. 

1  gO  new  born  babes  defire  the  breafl, 

To  feed,  and  grow,  and  thrive; 
So  faints  with  joy  the  gofpel  taile, 
And  by  the  gofpel  live. 

2  [With  inward  guft  their  heart  approves 

All  that  the  word  relates  ; 
They  love  the  men  their  Father  loves, 
Aad  hate  the  work  he  hates.] 

3  [Not  all  the  flatt'ring  baits  on  earth, 

Can  make  them  Haves  to  luft  ; 
They  can't  forget  their  heav'uly  birth, 

-Nor  grovel  in  the  duft. 
Not  all  the  chains  that  tyrants  ufe. 

Shall  bind  their  fouls  to  vice  : 
Faith,    like  a  conqu'ror,  can  prodsce 

A  thoufand  victories.} 

5  [Grace  like  En  uncorrupted  fte^f 
Abides  and  reigns  within ; 
Immortal  principles  forbid 
The  fons  of  God  *o  fin.] 


92  Hymns    and        B.  I. 

6  [Not  by  the  terrors  of  a  flave 

Do  they  perform  his  /will, 
But  with  the  nobleft  pow'rs  they  have 
His  fweet  commands  fulfil.] 

7  They  find  accefs  at  ev'ry  hour 

To  God  within  the  veil; 
Hence  they  derive  a  qnick'ning  pow'r, 
And  joys  that  never  fail. 

8  O  happy  fouls !  O  glorious  ftate 

Of  ever- flowing  grace  ! 
To  dwell  fonear  their  Father's  feat, 
And  fee  his  lovely  face! 

9  Lord,  I  addrefs  thy  heav'nly  throne-: 

Call  me  a  child  of  thine  ; 
Send  down  the  Spirit  of  thy  Son 
To.  form  my  heart  divine. 
io  Thare  fhed  thy  choiceft  love  abroad, 
And  make  my  comforts  Itrong  ; 
Then  mail  I  fay,  •  My  Father,  God, 
With  an  unwavering  tongue. 

H  Y  M  N    CXLIV.     Common  Metre. 

The  witne fling  and  fstiing  Spirit.   Rom.  viii.  M> 

i6.     Eph.  i.  13,   14. 

J   *V\jTHY  fhould  the  children  of  a  King 
Go  mourning  all  their  days 
Great  Comforter  defcend  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dofl  than  not  dwell  in  all  thy  faints, 

And  feal  the  heirs  of  heav'n  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banifh  my  complaints, 
And  fhew  my  fins  forgiv'n  ? 

3  Allure  my  conference  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witnefs  with  my  heart, 
That  I  am  born  of  God* 


B*  I.      Spiritual  Songs. 


93 


4  Thou  art  the  earned  of  his  Jove^ 
The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  foft  wing? 

Will  fafe  convey  me  home. 

HYMN    CXLV.     Common  Metre. 
Chrijl  and  Aaron,  taken  from  Heb.  vii.  and  ix. 
I    lESUS,  in  thee  our  eyes  behoid 
^     A  thoufand  glories  more, 
Than  the  rich  gems  and  poliih'd  gold 
Tl  e  fons  of  Aaron  wore. 

2  They  firfl  their  own  burnt  ofr'rings  bro't, 

To -purge  themfelves  from  fin  ; 
Thy  life  was  pure  without* a  fpot, 
And  all  thy  nature  clean. 

3  [Frefh  blood,   as  con  Rant  as  the  day, 

Was  on  their  altar  fpik  : 
But  thy  one  off 'ring  takes  away 
For  ever  all  our  giAlt.] 

4  [Their  prieflhood  ran  thro'  fev'ral  hands, 

For  mortal  was  their  race  ; 
Thy  never  changing  0^ce  #aiKfc^ 
Eternal  as  thy  days.] 

5  [Once  in  the  circuit  of  a  year 

With  blood  but  not  his  own, 
Aaron  within  the  vale  appears 
Before  the  golden  throne. 

C  But  Chrift,  by  his  own  powerful  blood, 

Afcends  above  the  finer, 
And  in  the  prefence  of  our  God 

Shows  his  own  facrifce.] 
7  Jefus  the  King  of  glorv,  reigns 

On  Sion's  l:eav'n!y  hiil; 
£ooks  like  a  Lamb  tjiar.  has  been  flaiiH 

And  wears  his  priefihocd  {till. 
3  Me  ever  liver,  to  intercede 

Before 'ttfc  Fathei^  face: 


94  Hymns    and         B.  I 

Give  Mm,   my  f0r,i,  tny  caufe  to    , 
Nor  doubt  the  Father's  grace.]  ' 

HYMN    CXLVL     Long  Metre. 

Gharafar    of  Chri/i  borrowed  from  inanim*, 

things  in  Jcripture. 

1  ["G0  w?rfl»P  at  Imruanuers  feet, 

See  in  his  face  what  wonders  meet ! 
Earth  is  too  narrow  to  exprefs 
His  worth,  his  glory,  or  his  grace.] 

2  [The  whole  creation  can  afford 

But  fome  faint  "fliadows  of  my  Lord  • 
Nature,  to  make  his  beauties  known 
Muft  mingle  colours  not  her  own.] 

3  [Is  he  compared  to  wine  or  bread*? 
Dear  Lord,  our  fouls  would  thus  be  fed  • 
Thatfleih,  that  dying  blood  of  thine, 
Is  bread  of  life,  is  heav'nly  wine.] 

4  [Is  he  a  tree  ?  The  world  receives 
Salvation  from  his  healing  leaves  • 

That  righteous  branch,  that  fruitful  bough, 
Is  David's  root  and  offspring  too] 

5  [Is  he  a  rofe  ?  Not  Sharon  yields 
Such  fragrancy  in  all  her  fields  : 
Or  if  the  lily  he  aflume, 

The  vallies  biefs  the  rich  perfume.] 

6  Is  he  a  vine?   His  beav  nly  root 
Supplies  the  boughs  with  life  and  fruit : 
O  jet  a  Jaftjhg  union  join 

My  ibul  to  Chrift  the  living  vine! 

7  [Is  he  the  head  ?  Each  member  lives 
And  owns  the  vital  pow'rs  he  gives  ;' 
The  faints  below,  and  faints  above/ 
Jom'd  by  his  fpirit  and  his  love.] 

8  [Is  lie  a  fountain  ?  There  I  bathe, 
And  heal  the  plagu»  of  fin  and  death : 


B.  I.       Spiritual  Songs.         95 

Thefe  waters  all  my  foul  renew 

And  cleanfe  my  fpot ted  garments  too.] 

9  [Is  he  a  fire  >   He'll  purge  my  drofs  • 
But  the  true  gold  fultains  no  iofs  : 
Like  a  refiner  {hall  he  fit, 

And  tread  the  refufe  with  his-feet.T 

10  [Is  he  a  rock  I  How  firm  he  proves  ! 
The  reck  of  ages  rever  moves  • 

Yet  the  fweet  ftreams  that  from  him  flow 
Attend  us  all  the  defart  through.] 

11  [Is  he  a  way  ?  He  leads  to  God, 
The  path  is  drawn  in  lines  of  blood  • 
There  would  I'walk    with  hope  and  zeal,   - 

Till  I  arrive  at  Sion's  hill.] 

12  [Is  he  a  door?   I'll  enter  in  ; 
Behold  the  paftures  large  and  green- 
A  paradife  divinely  fair,  ' 
None  but  the  lheep  have  freedom  there.] 

13  [Is  he  defign'd  acomer-ftone 

For  men  to  build  their  heav'n  upon  ? 
I  il  make  him  my  foundation  too 
Nor  fear  the  plots  of  hell  below.] 

14  [Is  he  a  temple  ?  I  adore 
Th>  indwelling  majefty  and  pow'r  : 
And  fiill  to  his  moft  holy  pla<v 
Whene'er  I  pray,  I  turn  my  face.] 

15  [Is  he  a  fear?  He  breaks  the  nighc 
Piercing  the  fhades  with  dawning  ]ight  > 
I  know  his  glories  from  afar  fc 
I  know  the  blight,   the  morning  fiar.] 

'6  fls  he  a  fun  ?   His  beams  are  grace 

His  coude  is  joy  and  nghteoufnefs': 

Nations  rejoice  when  he  appears 

To  char,  their  clouds  ,nd  dry  their  tear,] 
7  lO  let  me  climb  thofe  higher  &fe« 

vVhereftormsanddarkue-n^ifej 


96  H  y  m  n  s     and         B.  I, 

There  he  difplays  his  pow'rs  abroad, 
And  mines  and  reigns  the  incarnate  God] 
iS  Nor  earth,  nor  Teas,  nor  Am,  nor  ftars. 
Nor  heav'a,  his  full  refemblance  bears  ; 
His  beauties  we  can  never  trace, 
'Till  we  behold  him  face  to  face. 

HYMN    CXLVIT.     Long  Metre. 

The  names  and  titles  of  Chrift^from  feveral  fcrip* 
tares. 

1  P'T'IS  from  ths  trcalure  of  his  word 

I  borrow  titles  for  my  Loid  ; 
Nor  art,  nor  nature,   can  fupply 
Sufficient  forms  of  majeity. 

2  Bright  image  of  the  Father's  face, 
S. lining  with  uudiminiih'd  rays ; 
Th'  eternal  God's  eternal  Son, 

The  heir  and  partner  of  his  throne.] 

3  The  King  of  kings,  the  Lord  mod  high, 
Writes  his  own  name  rpon  his  thigh, 
He  wears  a  garment  dipt  in  blood, 
And  breaks  the  nations  with  his  rod. 

4  Where  grace  can  neither  melt  or  move, 
The  Lamb  refents  his  injur'd  love, 
Awakes  his  wrath  without  delay, 

And  Judah's  lion  tears  the  prey. 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace  he  comes, 
What  winning  titles  he  alTumes  ! 

tl  Light  of  rhe  world,  and  life  of  men  :"' 
Nor  bears  thofe  characters  in  vain. 

6  With  tender  pity  in  his  heart, 
He  arts  the  Mediator's  part  ; 

A  friend  and  brother  he  appears. 
And  wellfuifills  the  name  he  bears. 

7  At  length  the  Judge  his  throne  afcends, 
Divides  the  rebels.  fYojr.  ... 


B*  I.       Spiritual  Songs.         < 

And  faints  in  full' fruition  prove 
His  rich  variety  of  love. 

HYMN    CXLVIII.     Particular  Metre, 
The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm, 
I   r \yiTH  cheerful  voice  I  fing 
L        The  titles  of  my  Lord, 
And  borrow  all  the  names 
Of  honour  from  his  word  : 
Nature  and  art 
Can  ne'er  fuppjy 
Sufficient  forms 
Of  niajefry. 
2  In  Jefus  we  beheld 

His  Father's  glerious  face, 
Shining  for  ever  bright 
With  mild  and  lovefy  rays  : 
Th'  eternal  God's 
Eternal  Son 
Inherits  and 
Partakes  the  throne,] 
5  The  foreign  King  of  kingc, 
The  Lord  of  Lords  uioft  high. 
Writes  his  own  name  upon 
His  garment  and  his  thigh. 
His  name  is  cali'd 
"The  Word  of  God," 
He  rules  the  earth 
With  iron  rod. 
Where  promifes  and  prace 
Can  neither  melt  nor  move, 
The  angry  Lamb  refents 
Th'  injuries  of  his  love  ; 
Awakes  his  wrath 
Without  delay, 
As  lions  roar,' 
And  tear  the  prey. 
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98  H  y  m  n    s  and  B.  I~ 

5  But  when  for  works  of  peace 
The  great  Redeemer  comes. 
W  ith  gentle  characters, 
What  titles  he  affumes?! 

4t  Light  of  the  world, 
"And  life  cimenj" 
Nor  will  he  bear 
Thofe  names  iD  vain. 

6  Imrnenfe  compafllon  reigm 
In  cur  Iimnanuel's  be^rr, 

When  he  defcends  to  acfc 
The  Mediator's  part. 

Hers  a  fiend, 

And  brother  too  ; 

Bivinelykind, 

Divinely  true. 

7  At  length  the  Lord,  the  Jiu-lge, 
J  lis  awful  throne  afcends, 
And  drives  the  rebels  far 
From  favorites  and  friends. 

Then  mall  the  faints 
Completely  prove 
The  heights  and  depths 
Of  all  his  love. 

HYMN    CXLIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  ojices  of  Chriji  from  feveral  fcriptures* 
J    JOIN  all  the  names  of  love  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  men  or  angels  bore, 
All  are  too  mean  to  fpeak  his  worth, 
And  fet  Immanuel's  glory  forth. 

2  But,  O  what  condescending  ways, 
He  takes  to  teach  hii  heav'nly  ways3- 
My  eyes  with  joy  and  wonder  fee 
"What  forms  of  love  he  bears  to  ne. 

3  [The  Angel  of  the  covenant  ftands, 
With  his  comiaiflion  in  his  hands. 


B.  I.        Spiritual  Songs.         g-j 

Seut  from  his  Father's  milder  throne 
To  make  the  great  falvation  known.] 

4  [Great  Prophet  !   Jet  me  bfefs  thy  name; 
By  thee  the  joyful  tidings  earae 

Of  wrath  appeas'd,   of  fins  ioreiv'n, 

Of  hell  fubdu'd,  and  peace  with  heaven.] 

5  [My  bright  example,  and  my  guide, 
I  would  be  walking  near  thy  Vide  ; 

O  let  me  never  run  aft ray, " 
Nor  follow  the  forbidden  way  ! 

6  [I  love  my  Shepherd,  he  ffiall  keep 
My  wandering  foul  among  his  fliefeti  ; 

lie  feeds  his  flocks,  he  calls  thett  limts. 
And  in  his  bofom  bears  the  iambs] 

7  [My  Surety  undertakes  my  caufe, 
AnfwVmg  his  Father's  broken  laws: 
Behold  my  foul  atfreed-om  let,. 
My  Surety  paid  the  dreadful  debt] 

S  [Jefus,  my  great  High  Prie ft,   has  ay'd, 

I  feek  ho  facrifice  be.fide  : 

His  blood  did  once  for  ajl  atone, 

And  now  impleads  before  the  throne.  "> 
9  [My  Advocate  appears  on  high, 

The  Father  lays  his  thunder  fry  ; 

Not  all  that  earth  or  hell  can  fay 

Shall  turn  my  Father's  heart  aw'ay.] 
io  [My  Lord,  my  Conqu'ror,  and  my  Kbft 

1  by  fceptre  and  thy  fword  I  f,ng  ; 

Thine  is    he  viet'rv,  and  i  fit 
A  joyful     ubjeft  at  thy  feet.] 

[Afpire,  my  fcul,  to  glorious  deeds, 
The  Captain  of  Salvation  i-ads  • 
March  on,  nor  fear  to  win  the  dav, 
Though  death  and  hell  obftruft  the  way  1 

i  at  all  then  forms  of  miiefciafron ; 


ioo  Hymns    and  B.  I, 

I  (hall  be  fafe  j  for  Chrift  difplays 
Salvation  in  more  fov'reign  ways.] 

HYMN    CL.     Particular  Metre. 
The  fame  as  the  cxlviiith  Pfalm. 
i    JOIN  all  the  glorious  names, 
J   Of  wifdom,  love,  and  pow'r, 
That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  ever  angels  bore  : 
All  are  too  mean 
To  fpeak  the  worth, 
Too  mean  to  fet 
My  Saviour  forth. 

2  But,  O  what  gentle  terms 
What  condefcending  ways, 
Doth  our  Redeemer  ufe, 

To  teach  his  heavenly  grace  ; 
Mine  eyes  with  joy 
And  wonder  fee 
What  forms  of  love 
He  bears  to  me. 

3  [Array'd  in  mortal  flefh, 
He  like  an  angel  (lands, 
And  holds  the  promifes 
And  pardons  in  his  hands, 

Coinmiflion'd  from 
His  Father's  throne, 
To  make  his  grace 
To  mortals  known. 

4  [Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  blefs  thy  name; 
By  thee  the  joyful' news, 
Of  our  falvation  came ; 

The  joyful  news 

Of  fins  forgiv'n, 

Of  hell  iubcu'd, 

And  peace  with  he-av'o.]. 


B.  I.      Spiritual  Songs.        io 

5   [Be  thou  my  counfellor, 
My  pattern  and  my  guide  ; 
And  through  this  defert  land 
Still  keep  rne  near  thy  fide. 

O  let  my  feet 

Ne'er  run  aftray, 

Nor  rove,  nor  feek 

The  crooked  way  !  J 

6  I  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
His  watchful  eyes  (hall  keep 
My  wand'ring  foul  among 
Ten  thoufand  of  his  faeep  : 
He  feeds  his  flock, 
He  calls  their  names, 
His  bofom  bears 
The  tender  lambs.] 
.  7  [To  this  dear  Surety's  hand 
Will  I  commit  my  caufe  ; 
He  anfwers  and  fulfils 
His  Father's  broken  laws 
Sehold  my  foul 
At  freedom  fet ! 
My  Surety  paid 
The  dreadful  debt.] 
3  [Jefus,  my  great  High  Prieft  ; 
Oifer'd  his  blood,  and  dv'd  ; 
My  guilty  confidence  feek-s 
No  facrifice  bef;de. 
Hi    powerful  blood 
DM  once  atone; 
!  now  it  pleads 
L"  throne.] 
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102  n  y  m  n  s    and 

Shall  turn  his  heart 
His  love  a  way  .j 
10  [My  d°ar  Almighty  Lord 
My  Conqueror,  and  my  King, 
Tr^y  fceptre  and  thy  Avord, 
Thy  reigning  grace,  I  fing. 
Thine  is  the  pow'r  ; 
Behold  I  fit 
In  willing  bonds 
Beneath  thy  feet] 
1 1    [Nov/  let  my  foul  arire, 
And  tread  the  temprerdown 
My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conqueft  and  a  crown. 
A  feebie  faint 
Shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell 
Obflrinfb  the  way.] 
2  [Should  all  the  hofts  of  death, 
And  pow'rs  of  hell  unknown, 
Put  their  mod  dreadful  forms 
Of  rage  and  mifchief  on  : 
I  (hall  be  fafe, 
For  Chrifr  difplays 
'Superior  pow'r 
And  guardian  grace.] 


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II     Y     M    N  S 

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SPIRITUAL     SONGS, 


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-composed  on  divine  subjects. 


HYMN   I.     Long  Metre. 
A  fong  of  praife  to  God. 
ATURE,   with  all  herpow>,  f^aUfin* 
God  the  Creator,  and  the  King.;  °? 

Nor  air,  nor  earth,  nor  Ikies,  not  feas 
Deny  the  tribute  of  their  praife. 

2  [Begin  to  make  his  glories  known., 
Ye  feraphs,   that  fit  near  his  throne  ; 
Tuns  your  harp-  high,  and  fpread  the  found 
To  the  creation's  utmoft  hound.] 

3  [  All  mortal  things  of  meaner  frame. 
Exert  your  force,  arid  own  his  name  " 
Wbilft  with  our  fouls,  and  with  our  Voice 
We  ling  his  honors,  and  our  joj%..]  "     ? 

4  [To  him  be  fa  c  red  all  we  have 
Frora  We  young  cradle  to  the  iraW'- 
Our  lip.<j  (haH  his  loud  wonders°tel]    ' 
^ B  ii  e  v '  ry  w  c> » d  a  sni  r ac  \s .  ]  ' J 


104  H  y  m  n  s    and        B.  II 

5  CThofe  Weftern  (bores,  our  native  land, 
Lie  fate  in  the  Almighty's  hand  ; 
Our  toes  of  viflrVy  dream  in  vain, 
And  wear  the  captivating  chain.] 

<*   [Raiie  monumental  praifes  high 
To  him  that  thunders  thro'  the  fky 
And,  with  an  awf«|  nod  or  frown" 
Shakes  an  afpiring  tyrant  down.]  ' 

7  [Pillars  of  luffing  brafs  proclaim 
The  triumphs  p£  th*  eternal  Name  ; 
While  trembling  nations  read  from  far 
The  honors  of  the  God  of  war.] 

8  Then  let  otfr  flaming  zeal  employ 
Our  loftieft  thoughts,  andloudeft  fongj; 
Let  there  be  lung,  with  warmed  joy, 
Hofanna  from  ten  thoufand  tongues. 

9  Yet,  mighty  God,  our  feeble  frame, 
Attempts  in  vain  to  reach  thy  name; 
The  ftrongeft  notes  that  angels  raife, 
Faint  in  the  worlliip  and  the  praife. 

H  Y  M  N   II.     Common  Metre. 

The  death  of  a  [inner. 
I   ]y[Y  thoughts  on  awful  fnbje&s  roll, 
Damnation  and  the  dead  ; 
What  horrors  feize  the  guilty  foul 
Upon  a  dying  bed. 
1  Ling'ring  about  thefe  mortal  fliores, 
She  makes  a  long  delay, 
'Till,   like  a  flood  with  rapid  force, 
Death  f  weeps  the  wretch  away. 
J  Then,  fwift  and  dreadful,   fhe  defcends 
Down  to  the  fi'ry  coaft, 
Among  abominable  fiends, 
Herfelf  a  frighted  ghofr. 
\  There  endleP?  crowds  oflinners  lie, 
And  darknefs  makes  their  chains ; 


B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs. 

Torf.ir'd  with  keen  defpair  they  cry 

Yet  wait  for  fiercer  pains.  * ' 

5  Net  all  their  r.ngiiifh  and  their  blood  a 

For  their  own  guilt  atones, 
Nor  the  companions  of  a  God 

Shall  hearken  to  their  groans. 
0   Amazing  grace,  that  kept  my  breath 

Nor  bid  my  fonl  remove,  ? 

'Till  I  had  leam'd  my  Saviour's  death, 

And  well  mfur'd  bis  love  ! 

HYMN    HI.,    Common  Metre. 
The  death  and  burial  of  a  faint. 
■  I   WHy  d°  We  mourn  ^parting  friends  I 
Or  fnakfe  at  deaths-alarms  ? 
J  is  bat  the  voice  that  Jefbs  lends, 
I  o  call  them  to  his  arias. 

2  Are  we  not  tending  upward  too 

As  faft  as  time  can 'move  I 
Nor  would  we  with  the  hours  more  ijo* 
To  *eep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  mould  we  tremble  to  convey  . 

Their  bodies  to  the  tctnb  p 
There  the  dear  fieft  cf  jefus  lav, 
And  left  a  iong>  perfume. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  faints  he  blefs'd 

And  foften'd  ev'ry  be-d  :  ? 

Where  mould  the  dying  members  reft 
But  with  the  dying  Head?  ' 

5  Thence  he  arofe,  afcended  higfc; 

And  ftow'd  our  feet  the  way* 
Up  to  the  Lord  our  flefh  ftall  Gv 
At  the  great  rifmg  day. 
6  Theri  let  the  laft  loud  trumpet  found 
And  bid  our  kindred  rife; 
A'Vak?«  ve  nations  under  ground 

Ye  faints.  afc?#J  the  ife.        ?  £  2 


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HYMN    IV.     Long  Metre.. 
Sjiv.it/on  in  the  erofs. 
i   JJERE,  at  my  crofs,  my  dying  God, 
I  lay  my  foul  beneath  thy  love, 
Beneath  the  dropping  of  thy  blood, 
Jefus,  nor  fhall  it  e'er  remove. 

2  Not  all  that  tyrants  think  or  fay, 
With  rage  and  lightning  in  their  eyes ; 
Nor  hell,  mall  fright  my  heart  away, 
Should  hell  with  all  its  legions  rife. 

3  Should  worlds  confpire  to  drive  me  thence, 
Movelefs  and  firm  this  heart  fhould  lie  ; 
Refolv'd,  (for  that's  my  laft  defence,) 

If  I  muft  petifh,  there  to  die. 

4  But  fpeak,  my  Lord,  and  calm  my  fear; 
Am  I  not  fafe  beneath  thy  fhade? 

Thy  vengeance  will  not  ftrike  me  here, 
Nor  Satan  dare  my  foul  invade. 

5  Yes,  I'm  fecnre  beneath  thy  blood, 
And  all  my  foes  fhall  lofe  their  aim  J 
Hofanna  to  my  dying  God, 

And  my  beft  honors  te  his  name. 

HYMN    V.     Long  Metre. 
Longing  to  praife  Chriji  better. 

1  T  ORD,  when  my  thoughts  with  wonder  roll 

O'er^he  fharp  fonows  of  my  foul, 
And  read  my  Maker's  broken  laws, 
Repair'd  and  honour'd  by  the  crofs: 

2  When  I  behold  death,  hell,  and  fin,^ 
Vanquifh'd  by  that  dear  blood  of  thine, 
And  fee  the  man  that  groan' d  and  dy'd, 
Sit  glorious  by  his  Father's  fide  i 

3  My  paflions  rife  and  foat  above, 

I'm  -wing'd  with  faith,  and  fir'd  with  love? 
j       Fain  would  I  reach  eternal. things, 
And  learn  the  notes  tbat  Gabriel  fings. 


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4  But  my  heart  fails,  my  tongue  complains 
For  want  of  their  immortal  {trains  : 
And  in  fuch  humble  notes  as  thefe 
Mull  fall  below  thy  victories. 

5  Well,  the  kind  minute  muft  appear, 
When  we  lhall  leave  thefe  bodies  here  ; 
Thofe  clogs  of  clay,  and  mount  on  high, 
To  join  the  fongs  above  the  Iky. 

HYMN    VI.     Common  Metre. 
A  Morning  Song. 

1  QNCE  more,  my  foul,  the  riling  day, 

Salutes  thy  waking  eyes  : 
Once  more,  my  voice,  thy  tribute  oay 
To  him  that  rolls  the  fides. 

2  Night  unto  night  his  name  repeats, 

The  day  renews  the  found, 
Wide  as  the  heav'n  on  which  he  fits 
To  turn  the  feafons  round. 

3  'Tis  he  fuppoits  my  mortal  frame, 

My  tongue  fbali  fpeak  his  praife; 
My  fins  would  roufe  his  wrath  to  Same 
And  yet  his  wrath  delays. 

d  [On  a  poor  worm  thy  pow'r  might  tread 
\nd  1  could  ne'er  withiiand  J 
Thv  jufiice  might  have  erufh'd  ?ne  dead, 
But  mercy  held  thine  hand. 

5   A  thoofand  wrrtched  fouls  have  fled 
Since  the  lair  fettiog  fun,' 
And  yet  t-ou  length*neft  out  my  thread 
And  yet  my  moments  run."! 


6  Dear  God,  let  all  mv  hours  be  thjrt 
Whil.'l  I  enjoy  tine  light;  '  '   ' 

Then  fhaJl  my  fun  in  fmiler,  decline 
And  bring  a  pfeaftni  mghu 


Hymns    and         B.  IL 

HYMN    VII.     Common  Metre. 
An  Evening  Son/r. 

Like  holy  mcenfe  rife  •  *     ns 

Affill  the  off-ring  of  my  tongue 
To  reach  the  lofty  fties.         ' 
2  Through  all  the  dangers  of  the  dav 
Thy  hand  was  ftill  mv  guard         ' 
And  ftill  to  drive  my/wii*!  away 
Thy  mercy  itood  prepared. 

3  Perpetual  blefTings  from  above 

Incompas'd  me  around  • 
Bat  O,  how  few  returns  of  Jove 
Hath  my  Creator  found  ! 

4  What  have  I  done  for  him  that  dyM 

To  fave  my  wretched  foul  ? 
How  are  my  follies  multiply'd 
Fait  as  the  minutes  roll: 
(   Lord,  with  this  gnNty  foul  of  mine 
To  thy  dear  crofs  I  flee. 
And  to  thy  grace  my  foul  refign, 
To  be  renew'd  by  thee. 

Sprinkled  afrefh  with  pard'ning  blood, 

I  lay  me  down  to  reft, 
As  in  th>2  embraces  of  my  God, 
Or  on  my  Saviour's 'breaft. 
HYMN    Vllf.     Common  Metre. 
A  Hymn  for  Morning  oi  Evening. 
PJOvVNNA,  with  a  cheerful  found, 

To  God's  upholding  hand  ! 
Ten  thou Tand  fnares  attend  us  round, 

And  yet  fecere  we  ftand. 
Thnt  was  a  moft  amazing  pow'r 

That  rai-.'d  us  with  a  word, 
$nd  ev'ry  day,  and  ev'ry  hour, 
We  lean  u^on  the  Lord. 


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B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs. 

3  The  evening  refts  our  weary  head, 
And  angels  guard  the  room  ; 
We  wake,  and  we  admire  the  bed 
That  was  not  made  our  tomb. 
"4  The  riling,  morning  can't  allure 
That  we  ihall  end  the  day  ! 
For  death  (lands  ready  at  the  doors 
To  feize  our  Jives  away. 
5  Our  breath  is  forfeited  by  fin 
To  God's  revenging  law  ; 
We  own -thy  grace,  immortal  King, 
In  ev'ry  gafp  we  draw. 

r-6  God  is  our  fun,  whofe  daily  light 
Our  joy  and  fafety  briRgs ; 
Our  feeble  flefh  lies  fafe  at  night 
Beneath  his  fhady  wings. 

HYMN   IX.  .Common   Metre. 
I  Godly  for  row  ariftng  from  the  fufferings  of  Chrtf* 

1  ^LAS  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ! 

And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ! 
Would  he  devote  that  facred  head 
For  fueb  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  [Thy  body  (lain,  fweet  Jefus,  thine, 

And  bath'd  in  its  own  blood, 

While  all  exposed  to  wrath  divine, 

The  glorious  fuff'rer  flood  !] 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groan'd  upon  the  tree? 
Amazing  pity  !   grace  unknown  ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

4  Well  might  the  fun  in  darknefs  hide, 

And  fhut  his  glories  in, 
When,  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  dy'd 
For  man,   the  creature's  fin. 

5  Thus  might  I  hide  my  blufhing  face 

While  his  cWar  crofs  appears, 


i io  H  y  m  n  s     and        B.  II, 

Diflolve  my  heart  in  thankfulnefs 
And  melt  mine  eyes  in  tears.    ' 
6  But  drops  of  tears  can  ne'er  repay 
The  debt  of  Jove  I  owe  ; 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myfclf  away 
Tis  all  that  I  can  do. 

HYMN    X.     Common  Metre.. 
Parting  ivith  Cdrnal  joys. 

1  J\/[Y  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight 

And  bids  the  world  farewell     ' 
Bafe  as  the  dirt  beneath  my  feet, 
And  milchievous  as  hell. 

2  No  longer  will  I  afk  your  love, 

Nor  feek  your  friend  ihip  more  ; 
The  happinefs  that  I  approve 
Lies  not  within  your  pow'r. 

-3  There's  nothing  round  this  fpacious  earth 
That  l'uits  my  large  defire  ; 
Toboundlefsjoy  and  folid  mirth 
My  nobler  thoughts  afpire. 

4  [Where  plea fu re  rolls  its  living  flood, 

From  lin  and  drofs  refin'd, 
Still  fpringing  from  the  throne  of  God, 
And  tit  to  cheer  the  mind. 

5  Th'  Almighty  ruler  of  the  fphere,' 

TV  glorious  and  the  great. 
Brings  his  own  All-fufficience  there, 

To  m*ke  our  blifs  complete.] 
fc  Had  1  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 

I'd  climb  the  heav'nly  road; 
There  fits  my  Saviour,  dreft  iu  love, 

And  there  my  fmilmg  6cm4. 

HYMN    XI.     Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 
I  J  SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away  : 
Away,  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 


R.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.        i7\ 

Falfe  as  the  fmooth  deceitful  fea, 
And  empty  as  the  whittling  wind. 

2  Your  dreams  were  floating  me  along, 
Down  to  the  gulph  of  black  defpair, 
And  whilft  I  liflen'd  to  your  fon^, 

Your  ftreams  had  e'en  conveyed  me  there. 

3  Lord,  I  adore  thy  matchlefs  grace,  ~ 
That  warn'd  me  of  that  dark  abyfs ; 
That  drew  me  from  thofe  treacherous  feas, 
And  bid  me  feek  fapeiior  blifs. 

4  Now  to  the  {hining  realms  above 

I  ttretch  my  hands,  and  glance  my  eyes  .' 
O  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove, 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  Ikies  ! 

5  There,  from  the  bofom  of  my  God, 
Oceans  of  endlefs  pleafure  roll ; 
There  would  I  fix  my  la'ft  abode, 
And  drown  the  forrows  of  my  foul. 

HYMN   XII.     Common  Metre. 

Chriji  is  the  fub fiance  of  the  Levitkal  przefihosd, 

1  T/HE  true  Mefllah  now  appears, 

The  types  are  all  withdrawn  ; 
So  fly  the  fhadows  and  the  {tars 
Before  the  rifing  dawn. 

2  No  fmoakmg  fweets,  nor  bleeding  lambs. 

Nor  kid,  nor  bullock  flain  : 
Incenfe  and  fpice,   of  coftly  names, 

Would  all  be  burnt  in  vain. 
5  Aaron  muft  lay  his  robes  away, 

His  mitre  and  his  veft, 
When  God  himfelf  comes  down  to  be 

The  off  ring  and  the  prieft. 

%  He  took  our  mortal  flefh  to  mow 
The  wonders  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  paid  his  life  below. 
And  prays  for  us  above, 


.12  H'ym'Ns    and         B.  II. 

J  F  forgives  their  fins, 

-l  •  '    (  have  dy'd  ; 

And  the;-,  he  fhows  his  "opened  veins, 
And  pltads  his  wounded  fide. 

HYMN   XIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  creation,  prefervath»9  dijfalution.  and 

reft  oration  of  this  world. 

1  gING  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  fkies, 

The  Lord  that  rear'd  this  Matelv  frame* 
Let  all  the  nations  found  his  praife," 
And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 

2  He  fortn'd  the  feas,  and  foim'd  the  hills 
Made  ev'ry  drop,  and  ev'ry  duft, 
Nature  and  time,  -with  all  their  wheel? 
And  put  them  into  motion  iirft. 

3  Now,  from  his  high  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down -upon  the  ipherec, 
He  bids  the  fhining  orbs  roll  on, 
And  round  he  turns  the  littfty  years. 

4  Thus  fhall  the  moving  engine  Jaft 
'Till  all  his  faints  are  gathered  in, 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blaft 

.   To  /hake  it  all  to  daft  again. 

-  Yet  when  the  found  fhall  tear  the  fkies 
Aid  lightning  burn  the  globe  below, 
Saiiits  ye  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heav'n  and  earth  for  you. 

HYMN    XIV.     Short  Metre. 
Tie  Lord's  day;  or,  Delight  in  ordinances. 
VJJELCOME,  fweetday  of  reft 
That  faw.  the  Lord  a  rife  ;    ' 
Welcome  tn  this  reviving  brsaft, 
And  thefe  rejoicingveyes  ! 
i  The  King  himfelf  comes  near,  . 
And  feafts  his  faints  to  day  j  . 


B-  II-       Spiritual  Songs.      ii^v 


Here  we  may  fit  and  fee  him  here, 
And  love,   and  praife,  and  pray. 

3  One  day  amidft  the  place 


Is  Tweeter  than  ten  thoufand  days 
Of  pleafureable  fiu. 

4  My  willing  foul  would  flay 
Id  fuel)  a  frame  as  this, 
And  fit  3nd  fing  herfelf  away 
To  everlafting  blifs. 

HYMN   XV.     Long  Metre. 

The  enjoyment  of  Chrift  ;  or,  Delight  in  ■worjhib. 

j   JTAR  from  my  thoughts,  vain  world,  begone 
Let  my  religious  hours  alone; 
Fain  would  my  eyes  my  Saviour  fee, 
I  wait  a  Vifit,  Lord,  from  thee. 
My  heart  grows  warm  with  holy  fire, 
And  kindle*  with  a  purefdefire  : 
Come,  my  dear  Jefus,  from  above, 
And  feed  my  foul  with  heav'nly  love. 

3  [The  trees  of  life  immortal  ftand 

In  beauteous  rows  at  thy  right  hand, 
And  in  fweet  murmur's  bv  their  fide, 
Rivers  of  blifs  fur  ever  glide. 

4  Hade  then,  but  with  a  fmiling  face. 
And  fpreak  the  table  of  thy  uraet  ; 
Bring  down  a  tafte  of  truth  divire, 
And  cheer  my  heart  with  facreri  wine.] 

5  B'e's'd  Jefus,  what  delicious  fare, 
How 

Ni 
Red  f 

f>   Haif,   grea-  . 
In  th-ee  thy  Fa 

'Thou  brighreU,    .\.  .  .  r_;ne 

That  eyes  have  feen;  , .   .4^us  known. 


»*4  "H  y  m  n  s    and        B.  I] 

HYMN    XVI.     Long  Metre. 
Part  the  fecond. 
1    L0IlD>  wh^t  a  heav'n  of  favW  erar* 
Sj^s  thro' the  beauties  of  afr^' 
And  lights  our  paffions  to  a  flame'!  ' 

Lord,  how  we  Jove  thy  charming  name, 

2  When  I  can  fay,  My  God  is  mine, 
When  1  can  feel  thy  glories  mine, 
I  tread  the  world  beneath  my  feet 
And  all  the  earth  calls  good  or  great. 

3  With  fuch  a  fcene  of  facred  jovs 
Our  raptur'd  eyes  and  fouls  employs 
Here  we  could  fit  and  gaze  away    '    ' 
A  long  and  everlafting  day. 

4  Well,  we  (hall  quickly  pafs  the  night 
To  the/air  coaft  of  perfect  light ;       * 
i  hen  Thall  our  joyful  fenfes  rove* 
O'er  the  dear  object  of  our  love. 

5  [There  mall  we  drink  full  draughts  of  bJif* 
And  pluck  new  life  from  heav'nly  trees  '  ~* 
Yet  now  and  then,  dear  Lord,   befrow 

A  drop  of  heav'n  on  worms  below. 

6  Send  comforts  down  on  thy  right  hand 
While  we  pafs  thro'  this  barren  land  ; ' 
And  in  thy  temple  let  us  fee 

A  glimpfe  of  love,  a  glimpfe  of  Thee.j 
H  Y  M  N   XVII.     Common  Metre. 
Go.l's  eternity. 

1  RISE,  rife,   my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground, 

Srretch  all  thy  thoughts  abroad, 
And  rouje  up  ev'ry  tuneful  found 
To  pcaife  th'  e.ernal  God. 

2  Long  e'er  the  lofty  Ikies  were  fpread, 

Jehovah  f;l!'d  hi?  throne; 
Or  Adam  form'd,  or  angels  made, 
Jehovah  Hy'd  alone. 


— - 


B>  II.     Spiritual  Songs. 

3  Hisboundlefs  years  can  ne'er  decreafe, 

But  {Hil  maintain  their  prime  ; 
Eternity's  his  dwelling  place, 
And  ever  is  his  time. 

4  While  like  a  tide  our  minutes  flow, 

The  pre  Tent  and  the  paft, 
He  fills  his  own  immortal  NOW, 
And  fees  our  ages  wafte. 

5  The  Tea  and  iky  mult  periih  too, 

And  vaft  deitru&ion  come  ; 
The  creatures,  look  !  how  old  they  grow., 

And  -wait  their  fi'ry  doom. 
<3  V/eil,  let  the  fea  Ihrink  all  away, 

And  flame  melt  down  the  ikies, 
My  God  fhall  live  an  enelefs  day, 

When  old  c: cation  dies. 

HYMN    XVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  tniniftry  of  angels. 

1  H*^**  on  a  hlJ'  °f  dazzling  light 

The  King  of  glory  fpreads  his  feat, 
And  troops  of  angels  flretch'd  for  flight, 
•  Stand  waiting  round  his  awful  feet. 

2  "  Go,  faith  the  Lord,  my  Gabriel,  go, 
"  Salute  the  virgin's  fruitful  womb ; 

"  Makehafte,  ye  cherubs,  down  below, 

"  Sing  and  proclaim,  The  Saviour's  come." 

3  Here  a  bright  fquadron  leaves  the  ikies, 
And  thick  around  EHfha  ftands; 

Anon  a  beav'niy  foldier  flies, 

And  breaks  the  chains  from  Peter's  hands. 

4  Th7  w5nSecl  troops,  O  God  of  holts, 
Wait  on  thy  wand'ring  church  below  ; 
Here  we  are  failing  to  thy  coalts, 
Let  angels  be  our  convoy  too. 

5  Are  they  not  all  thy  fervants,  Lord? 
At  thy  command  they  go  and  come  j 


n6  Hymns     and         B.  I; 

With  cheerful  hafte  obey  thy  word, 
And  guard  thy  children  to  their  home. 

HYMN    XIX.     Common  Metre. 
Our  frail  bodies,  and  God  our  freferver. 
i   LET  others  boaft  how  ftrong  they  be, 
Nor  death  nor  danger  fear  ; 
But  we'll  confefs,  O  Lord,  to  thee, 
What  feeble  things  we  are. 

2  Freih  as  the  grafs  our  bodies  ftand, 

And  flourilh  bright  and  gay  ; 
A  blading  wind  fweep3  o'er  the  land, 
And  fades  the  grafs  away. 

3  Our  life  contains  a  thousand  fprings, 

And  dies  if  one  be  gone  : 
Strange  !   that  a  harp  ©f  thoufand  firings 
Should  keep  in  tune  fo  long. 

4  But  'tis  our  God  fupports  our  frame, 

The  God  that  built  us  firft  ; 
Salvation  to  th'  Almighty  name 
That  reav'd  us  from  the  duft. 

5  [He  fboke,  and  ftrait  our  hearts  and  brains. 

In  all  their  motions,  rofe; 
Let  blood,  faid  he,  flow  round  the  veins  ; 
And  round  the  veins  it  flows. 

6  While  we  have  breath  to  uft*  our  tongues, 

Our  Maker  we'll  ado-e  ; 
His  Spirit  moves  our  heaving  lung?, 
Or  they  would  breath  no  more.] 

HYMN    XX.     Common  Metre. 
Bachjli  dings  and  returns  ;  or,  The  inconjlaxcy    .] 

our  love. 
\    XXJHY  is  my  heai  t  Co  fir  firm  rhee, 
•        M>  God,  my  cl^ief  delight  ; 
Why  are  my  thoughts  no  more  by  day 
With  thee,  no  more  by  ni^ht  i 


E  II*     Spiritual  Songs.        117 

[Why  fliould  my  foolifh  pafTions  rove  ? 

Where  can  fuch  fweetnefs  be, 
As  I  have  tailed  in  thy  love, 

As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 
I  When  my  forgetful  foul  renews 

T!-e  favour  of  thy  grace, 
My  heart  prefumes  I  cannot  lofe 

The  relifh  all  my  days. 
.  But  ere  one  fleeting  hour  is  paflr, 

The  flattering  world  employs 
Some  fenfual  bait  to  feize  my  tafle, 

And  to  pollute  my  joys. 

[Trifles  of  nature  or  of  art, 

With  fair  deceitful  chai  ms, 
Intrude  into  my  thoughtlefs  heart, 

And  thruft  me  from  thy  arms.] 

Then  I  repent  and  vex  my  foul, 
.  That  I  mould  leave  thee  fo  ; 
Where  will  thofe  wild  affections  roll 

That  let  a  Saviour  go  ? 
[Sin's  promised  joys  are  turn'd  to  pain, 

And  I  am  drown'd  in  grief; 
But  my  dear  Lord  returns-  again, 

He  flies  to  my  relief. 

Seizing  my  foul  with  fweet  furprize, 

He  draws  with  loving  bands  ; 
Divine  compaflion  in  his  eyes, 

And  pardon  in  his  hands.] 

,  [Wretch  that  I  am,  to  wander  thus, 

In  chafe  of  falfe  delight ! 
Let  me  be  faften'd  to  thy  crofs, 

Rath'er  tha'u  lofe  thy  fight.] 

5  [Make  hafle,  my  days,  to  reach  the  goal? 

And  bring  my  heart  to  reft, 
On  the  dear  centre  of  my  foul, 
My  God,  my  Saviour's  breatt.] 


n8  Hymns    and         B.  II. 

HYMN  XXI.     Long  Metre. 
Afou?  9fpratfe  to  God  the  Redeemer. 

1  £ET  the  old  heathens  tune  their  fun e 

Ot  great  Diana  and  of  Jove  - 
Bat  the  iweet  theme  that  moves'  mv  t0nirue 
Is  my  Redeemer  and  his  love.  '  ' 

2  Behold,  a  God  defcends  and  dies, 
To  fave  my  foul  from  gaping  hell  • 
Kow  the  black  gulf  where  Satan  lies 
Yawn'd  to  receive  me  when  I  fell  !  * 

3  Howjufticefrown'd,  and  vengeance  flood 
To  drive  me  down  to  endlefs  pain  ! 

But  the  great  Son  propos'd  his  blood 
And  beav'nly  wrath  grew  mild  agui«! 

4  Infinite  Lover,  gracious  Lord  ! 
To  thee  be  endlefs  honours  giv'n  ; 
Thy  wond'rous  name  (hall  be  ado'r'd, 
Round  the  wide  earth  and  wider  heaVn. 

HYMN    XXII.     Long  Metre. 
With  God  is  terrible  majefty 

1  TERRIBLE  God,  that  reign'ft  on  high. 

How  awful  is  thy  thundering  hand* 
Thy  fi'ry  bolts,  how  fierce  they  fly  !  ' 
Nor  can  all  earth  or  hell  withstand. 

2  This  the  old  rebel  angels  knew, 

And  Satan  fell  beneath  thy  frown  ;     * 
Thine  arrows  ftruck  the  traitor  through 
And  weighty  vengeance  funk  him  down. 

3  This  Sodom  felt,  and  feels  it  frill, 
And  roars  beneath  th'  eternal  load  : 

"With  endlefs  burnings  who  can  dwell, 
"  Or  b*ar  the  fury  of  a  God  ?" 

4  Tremble,  ye  finners,  and  fubmir, 
Throw  down  your  arms  before  his  throne, 
Bend  your  heads  low  beneath  his  feet,. 
Or  his  ftroag  hand  fhall  crufh  you  down. 


5.  II.     Spiritual  Songs,     no- 

,  And  ye,  bleft  faints,   that  love  him  too 
With  rev'rence  bow  before  his  name  j  ' 
Thus  all  his  heav'nly  fervants  do  : 
God  is  a  bright  and  burning  flame. 

H  Y  M  N  XXIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  fight  of  God  and  Chriji  in  heaven. 

T)ESC£ND  from  heav'n,.  immortal  Dove 

Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  v/jrms   ?' 
And  mount,   and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  thele  interior  things  ;; 
Beyond,   beyond  this  lower  Iky 
Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  folid  pleafures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feaft  the  foul. 
O  tor  a  fight,  a.p'eafant  fight 
Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  I 
There  fits  our  Saviour,  crown'd  with  R$m 
Cloth'd  in  a  body  like  our  own.  .    " 

Adoring  faints  around  him  ftand, 
And  thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall  ;. 
The  God  mines  gracious  thro'  the  man,. 
And  Pneds  fweet  glories  on  them  all. 
O  what  amazing  joys  they  feel, 
While  to  their  golden  harps  they  fin  -g, 
And  fit  on  ev'ry  heav'nly  hill, 
And  fpread  the  triumphs  of  their  King  ! 
When  (hall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear 
That  Ilball  mount  to  dwell  above,        * 
And  ftand  and  bow  amongft  'em  there 
And  view  thy  face,  and  fmg,  and  love? 

HYMN    XXIV.     Common  Metre. 

?■  evil  of  fm  vifible  in  the  fall  ofanph  and  men-. 

^/■fiEN  the  great  Builder  arch'd  the  foies3 

And  forra'd  all  nature  with  a  word, 


120  Hymns    and         B.  II. 

The  joyful  cherubs  tun'd  his  praife, 
And  ev'ry  bending  tiirone  adoi'd. 

2  High,  in  the  midft  of  all  the  throng, 
Satan,  a  tall  archangel,   fat; 
Among  the  morning  ftars  he  fung, 
'Till  fin  deftroy'd  his  heav'nly  ftate. 

3  ['Twas  fin  that  hurl'd  him  from  his  throne, 
Grov'ling  in  fire  the  rebel  lies ; 

"  How  art  thou  funk  in  darknefs  down, 
"  Son  of  the  morning,  from  the  ikies  V* 

4  And  thus  our  two  firft  parents  ftood, 
'Till  fin  defird  the  happy  place  ; 
They  loft  their  garden  and  their  God, 
And  ruin'd  all  their  unborn  race  :] 

5  [So  fprung  the  plague  from  Adam's  bow'r, 
And  fpread  deftruftion  all  abroad, 

Sin,  the  curs'd  name  !   that  in  one  hour 
Spoil'd  fix  days  labour  of  a  God.] 

6  Tremble,  my  foul,  and  mourn  for  grief, 
That  fuch  a  foe  &ould  feize  thy  breaft ; 
Fly  to  the  Lord  for  quick  relief; 

O  !   may  he  ftay  this  treach'rous  gneft. 

7  Then  to  thy  throne,  victorious  King, 
Then  to  thy  throne  oar  fhouts  mail  rife, 
Thine  everlaftiug  arm  we  fing, 

For  fin,  the  monfter,  bleeds  and  dies. 

HYMN   XXV.     Com  mom  Metre. 
Complaining  of fpiritual  Jloth. 

1  ]yjY  drowfy  pow'rs,   why  fLjep  ye  fo? 

Awake  my  lluggim  foul  ! 
Nothing  has  half  the  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing's  half  fo  dull. 

2  The  little  ants  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labour,  and  tug,   andftrive: 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heav'n  to  obtain, 
Haw  negligent  we  live  I 


5.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       121 

I  We,  for  whofe  fake  all  nature  flands^ 
And  ftars  their  courfes  move  ; 
We,  for  whofe  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  : 

We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  laboured  for  our  good  : 
How  carelefs  to  fecure  that  crown 

He  purchased  with  his  blood  ! 

Lord,  fhall  we  live  fo  fluggifn  ftill, 

And  never  aft  our  parts  ? 
Come,  holy  Dove,  from  th'  heav'nly  hill, 

And  fit  and  warm  our  hearts, 

Then  lhall  our  active  fpirits  move, 
Upward  our  fouls  fhall  rife  :  * 

With  hands  of  faith,  and  wings  of  love, 
We'll  fly,  and  take  the  prize. 

HYMN    XXVI.     Long  Metre. 

Cod  invifible. 
LORD,  we  are  blind,  we,  mortals  blind, 

We  canJt  behold  thy  bright  abode; 
O,  'tis  beyond  the  creature  mind, 
To  glance  a  thought  half  way  to  God. 
Infinite  leagues  beyond  the  fky, 
The  great  Eternal  reigns  alone, 
tVhere  neither  wings  nor  fouls  can  fl/, 
Slor  angels  climb  the  toplefs  throne, 
rhe  Lord  of  glory  builds  his  feat 
3n  gems  incomparably  bright, 
\nd  lays  beneath  his  facred  feet 
lubitantial  beams  of  gloomy  night. 

fee,  glorious  Lord,  thy  gracious  eyes 
,ook  £hro'  and  cheer  us  from  above  ^ 
leyond  thy  praife  thy  grandeur  flies, 
ret  we  adore,  and  yet  we  love. 
F, 


22. 


H  y  m  n  s    and         B«  II, 


HYMN    XC.     Long  Metre. 
Vraifc  y-e  him  all  bis  angels.     Pfaim  cxlviii.    2. 
1.  pODl  the  eternal  awfyl  name, 

That  the  whole  heavenly  army  fears, 
That  {hakes  the  wide  creation's  frame, 
Aud  Satan  trembles  when  he  hears. 

2  Like  flames  of  fire  his  fervants  are, 
And  light  fui rounds  his   dwelling-place  ; 
But,  O  ye  firry  flames,  declare 

The  brighter  glories  of  his  face.  % 

3  'Tis  not  for  fuch  poor  worms  as  we 
To  fpeak  fo  infinite  a  thing  ; 

But  your  immortal  eyes  furvey 
The  beauties  of  your  fov'reign  King. 
A  Tel! -bow  he  mows  his  fmiling  face, 
And  clothes  all  heav'n  in  bright  anay  : 
Triumph  and  joy  run  thro'  the  place, 
And  fongs,  eternal  as  the  day. 

5  Speak,  for  you  feel  his  burning  love, 
What  zeal  it  fpreads  thro'  all  your  frame    ; 
That  f'acred  fire  dwells  all  above, 

For  we  on  earth  have  loft  the  name. 

6  [Sing  of  his  pmv'r  and  juflice  too, 
That  infinite  right  hand  of  his, 
That  vat:quiuYd  Satan  and  his  crew, 
When  thunder  drove  them  down  from  blifs,} 

7  [What  mighty  ftorms  of  poifon'd  darts 
Were  h'url'd  upon  the  natives  there  ! 
What  deadlv  javTins  nail'd  their  hearts 
Tuft  to  the  racks  of  long  defpair  !  j 

8  [Shout  to  your  King,  ye  heav'nly  hoft, 
You  that  beheld  the  finking  foe  ; 
Firmly  ye  flood  when  they  were  loft  ; 
Praife  the  rich  grace  that  kept  ye  f«.] 

«  Proclaim  his  wonders  from  the  ikies, 
Let  ev'ry  dillant  nation  hear  : 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs*       123 

And  while  you  found  his  lefty  praife, 
Let  humble  mortals  bow  and  fear. 

HYMN  XXVIII.     Common  Metre. 
Death  and  eternity 
cTOOPdown,  my  thoughts,  that us'd  to  rifep 

Converfe  a  while  with  death  : 
Think  how  a  gafping  mortal  lies, 
And  pants  away  his  breath. 
2  His  quiv'ring  lips  hangs  feeble  down, 
His  pulfes  faint  and  few,  . 
Then,  fpeechlefs,  with  a  doleful  groan, , 
He  bids  the  world  adieu. 
2  Bat  oh,  the  foul,  which  never  dies! 
At  or.ee  it  leaves  the  clay  ! 
Ye  thoughts,  purfue  it  where  it  flies,  , 
And  tract  its  wond'rous  way. 

4  Up  to  the  courts  where  angels-' dwell,  . 

It  mounts  triumphant  there  ; 
Or  devils  plunge  it  down  to  hell, 
In  infinite  defpair. 

5  And  muft  this  body  faint  and  die  ? 

And  muft  this  foul  remove?      , 
0;h,  for  fome  guardian  angel  nigh,  , 
To  bear  it  fafe  above. 

6  Jefus,  to  thy  dear  faithful  hand, 

My  naked  foul  I  truft ; 
And  my  .flefh  waits  for  thy  comroar.d,  . 
To  drop  it  into  duft. 

HYMN    XXIX.     Common  Metre.... 
Redemption  by  price  and poivcr. 
!j    TESUS,  with  all  thy  faints  above, 
**    My  tongue  would  bear  her  part; 
Would  found  aloud  thy  faving  love, 
And  fing  thy  bleeding  heart. 
«  .  Blefs'd  be  the  Lamb,  my  deareft  Lord,  , 
Who  bought  jpe  with  his  bleed, 


124  Hymns    and         B.  II. 

And  que«ch'd  his  Father's  flaming fword 
In  his  own  vital  flood. 
1  The  J. a  rob  that  freed  my  captive  foul 
From  Satan's  heavy  chains, 
And  lent  the  lion  down  to  howl 
Where  hell  and  horror  reigns. 
4  All  glory  to  the  dying  Lamb, 
And  never  ceahng  praife, 
While  angels  live  to  know  bis  name, 
Or  faints  to  feel  his  grace. 

HYMN    XXX.     Short  Metre. 
Heavenly  joys  on  earth. 

1  ["COME,  we  that  lore  the  Lord, 
L        And  let  our  joys  be  known, 
Join  in  a  long  with  fweet  accord, 

And  thns  furround  tl»e  throne. 

2  The  forrows  of  the  mind 

Be  baniih'd  from  the  pjace  I 
Religion  never  was  defign'd 
To  make  our  pleafures  lefs.] 

3  Let  thofe  refufe  to  fing, 

That  never  knew  our  God, 
But  fav'rites  of  the  heav'nly  King 
May  fpeak  their  joys  abroad. 

4  [The  God  that  rules  on  high, 

And  thunders  when  he  pleafe, 
That  rides  upon  the  (lormy  fky>  »    I 

And  manages  the  feas.J 

5  This  awful  God  is  ours, 

Our  Father  and  our  Jove, 
He  (hall  fend  down  his  heav'nly  powers 
To  carry  us  above. 

6  There  we  Avail  fee  his  face 

And  never,  never  fin  ; 
Theve,  from  the  rivers  of  his  grace. 
Drink  endlefs  pleafuie  in., 


25 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs. 

7  Yes,  and  before  we  rife 

To  that  immortal  ft  ate, 
The  thoughts  of  fuch  amazing  blifs 
Should  conftant  joys  create. 

8  [The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begim  below, 
Celeftial  frui-ts  en  earthly  ground^ 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow.] 

9  The  hill  of  Sion  yields 

A  thoufaod  facred  Tweets, 
Before  ve  reach  the  heav'nly  fields^ 
Or  walk  the  golden  ftreets. 

io  Then  let  our  fongs  abound, 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry; 
We're  marching  thro'  Imsnanuel's  ground 
To  fake  r  worlds  on  high.] 

HYMN    XXXI.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift's  prefence  makes  death  e (if ■j. 

1  T\7HY  ftio  uld  we  ftart  and  fear  to  die  ? 

What  tim'rous  worms  we  mortals  are  \ 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endlefs  joy, 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

2  The  pains,  the  groans,  and  dying  ftrife 
Fright  our  approaching  fouls  away  ; 
Still  we  mrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  priion  and  cur  clay. 

3  Oh!   if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  foul  would  ftretch  her  wings  in  hafte, 
Fly  fearlefs  thro'  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  (he  pafs'd. 

4  Jems  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  foft  as  downv  pillows  are, 
While  on  his  breaft  I  lean  my  head, 

»  And  breath  my  lifs  out  fweetlv  there. 


126  Hymns    and         B.  II 

HYMN   XXXII.     Common  Metre. 

Fr.ir.ty  and  folh. 

1  J-JOW  fliort  and  hafty  is  our  life; 

How  vaft  our  fouls'  affairs  ! 
Yet  fenfelefs  mortals  vainly  flrive 
To  lavifh  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlefsly  along, 

Without  a  moments  (lay; 
'  Jufl;  like  a  ftory  or  a  fong,' 
We  pafs  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  hornet 

But  we  march  heedlefs  on, 

And  ever  haft'ning  to  the  tomb, 

Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deierve  the  deepeft  hell 

That  flight  the  joys  above  ! 
What  chains  of  darknefs  mould  we  feel 
That  break  fuch  cords  of  love? 

5  Draw  us,   O  God,  with  fov'reign  grace, 

And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high, 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race, 
And  fee  falvation  nigh. 

HYMN  XXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  bleffed  fociety  in  heaven. 
i   RAISE  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up,  and  run 
Through  ev'ry  heav'nly  flreer, 
And  fay,  There's  nought  below  the  fur>, 
That's  worthy  of  thy  feet, 

2  [Thus  will  we  mount  on  facred  wings 

And  tread  the  courts  above  : 
Nor  earth,  nor  all  her  mighty  thing?, 
Shall  tempt  our  meaneft  love.] 

3  There,  on  a  high  majeftic  throne, 

Th'  Almighty  Father  reigns, 
And  metis  his  glorious  gooduefs  down 
On  all  U:e  WiftfuJ  piaius. 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Song  s.       rif 

4  Bright,  like  the  fun,   the  Saviour  fits, 
And  fpreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  ev'nings  there,  nor  gloomy  ingots, 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 
c   \midft  thofe  ever-mining  *kies 
Behold  the  facred  Dove  ! 
While  banim'd  fm  and  forrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

6  The  glorious  tenants  of  the  place 

Stand  bending  round  the  throne  ; 
And  faints  and  feraphs  fing  and  praife 
The  infinite  Three -One. 

7  [But,  O  what  beams  of  heav'nly  grace 

Tranfport  them  all  the  while  I  ~ 
Ten  thoufand  froiles  from  JefuV  face, 
And  love  in  ev'ry  fmile  !] 

8  Jefus,  and  when  mall  that  dear  day, 

That  jovful  hour  appear, 
When  I  mail  leave  this  houfe  of  clay 
To  dwell  among  them  there? 

HYMN    XXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Breathing  after  the  Holy  Spirit ;   or,  Fervency  cf 
devotion  de fired. 

1  POME,  Holy  Spirit,  heav'nly  Dove, 

With  all  t'hyquick'ningpow'rs, 
Kindle  a  flame  of  facred  love 
In  fhefe  cold  hearts  of  ours. 

2  Look  how  we  grovel  here  belo^r, 

Fond  of  thefe  trifling  toys  : 
Our  fouls  can  neither  fly  nor  go 
To  reach  eternal  joys.* 

3  In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  fon'gs, 

In  vain  we  ftrive  to  rife, 
Hofannas  languifh  on  our  tefcg«e#| 
And  our  devotion  die:. 


128  Hymns    and         &  II. 

4  Dear  Lord  1  and  ftiall  we  ever  live 

At  this  poor  dying  rate  ? 
Our  love  fo  faint,    fo  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  fo  great? 

5  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove 

With  all  thy  quickening  pow'rs    ' 
Come,  (hed  abroad  a  Saviour's  JoVe 
And  that  fliall  kindles  ours. 

HYMN   XXXV.     Common  Metre. 
Prai/g  to  God  for  creation  and  redemption. 
I  LET  them  neglect  thy  glorv,  Lord, 
Who  never  knew  thy  grace ; 
But  our  longfong  fhall  ftill  record 
The  wonders  o£  thy  praife. 
3  We  raife  our  fhouts,  O  God,  to  thee. 
And  fend  them  to  thy  throne ; 
All  glory  to  the  united  Three, 
And  undivided  One. 

3  'Twas  he  (and  we'll  adore  his  name) 

Who  form'd  us  by  a  word  ; 
'Tis  he  reftores  our  ruin'd  frame  : 
Salvation  to  the  Lord  ! 

4  Hofanna  !   let  the  earth  and  fkies 

Repeat  thejpyful  found  ; 
Hocks,  hills  aftd  vales,  reflect  the  voice 
In  one  eternal  round. 

HYMN   XXXVI.     Short  Metre. 
Ch  rift's  intercejpon. 
4   '^'ELL,  the  Redeemer's  gone, 
T'  appear  before  our  God, 
To  fprinkle  o'er  the  flaming  throne 
With  his  atoning  blood. 
2  No  fi'ry  vengeance  now, 

No  burning  wrath  comes  down; 
If  juftice  calls  for  finners'  blood 
The  Saviour  /hows  his  own. 


B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.         iij 

3  Before  his  Father's  eye 

Our  humble  futt  he  moves  ; 
The  Father  lays  his  thunder  by, 
Aad  looks,  and  frtiiles,   and  loves. 

4  Now  may  our  joyful  tongues 

Our  Maker's  honour  ling, 
Jerus,   the  prieft,   receives  oar  fongS) 
And  b^ars  them  to  the  Kirg. 

5  [We  bow  before  his  face, 

And  found  his  glories  high, 

11  Hofanna  to  the  God  of  grace, 

That  lays  his  thunders  by.] 

6  0:i  earth  thy  mercy  reigns, 

And  triumphs  all  above  : 
But,  Lord,  how  weak  our  mortal  (trains 
To  fpeak  immortal  love  ! 

7  How  jarring  and  how  low 

Are  all  the  notes  we  fing  ! 
Sweet  Saviour,  tune  our  fengs  anew, 
And  they  fhall  pleafe  the  King."] 

HYMN    XXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  fame, 
i   LIFT  up  your  eyes  to  th'  heav'nly  feat 
Where  your  R.edeemer,&$iys  : 
Kind  intercelTor,  there  he  fits, 

And  loves,   and  pleads,  and  prays. 

2  'Twas  well,  my  foul,  he  dv'd  for  thee, 

And  fned  his  vital  blood, 
Appeas'd  Item  juftice  on  the  tree, 
And  then  aroie  to  God. 

3  Petitions  now,  and  praife  may  rife? 

And  faints  their  ci' rings  bring, 
The  Prieft,  with  his  own  facriiice, 
Preients  them  .to  the  King. 
4  [Let  Papii'ts  trufr  what  name  they  pleafe, 
Thdr  faiius  aad  ar&ehjjoaft;  b 


130  H  y  M  n  s    and        B.  II, 

We've  no  fuch  advocate  as  thefe, 
Nor  pray  to  the  hcav'nly  hoft.j 
3  Jefus,  alone,  (hall  bear  my  cries 
Up  to  his  Father's  throne: 
He  (deareil  Lord)  perfumes  my  figbs 
And  fweetens  every  groan. 
6  [Ten  thoufand  praifes  to  the  King, 
"  Hofanna  in  the  high'ft  ;" 
Ten  thoufand  thanks  our  fpirits  bring 
To  God,  and  *to  his  Chrift.J 

HYMN  XXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Love  to  God. 
1  HAI>PY  tlie  neart  where  graces  reign, 
Where  love  inspires  the  breaft; 
Love  is  the  brighter!  of  the  train, 
And  ftrcngthens  ail  the  reft. 
5  Knowledge,  alas !   'tis  all  in  vain, 
And  all  in  vain  our  fear  : 
Our  ftubborn  fins  will  fight  and  reign, 
If  love  be  abfent  there. 

3  *Tis  love  that  makes  our  cheerful  feet 

In  fwift  obedience  move  ; 
The  devils  know  and  tremble  too, 
But  Satan  cannot  love. 

4  This  is  the  grace  that  lives  and  fmgs, 

When  faith  and  hope  (hall  ceafe  ; 
'Tis  this  fhall  ftrike  o«r  joyful  firings 
In  the  fweet  realms  of  blifs. 

5  Before  wc  quite  forfake  our  clay, 

Or  leave  this  dark  abode, 
The  wings  of  love  bear  us  away 
To  fee  our  fmiling  God. 

HYMN    XXXIX.     Common   Metre. 
The  fhortnefs  and  mifery  of  life. 
I  QLTRdays,  alas!   our  mortal  days 
Are  fhsrt  and  wretched  too  ; 


B.  II.     Spiritual  So^gs.       135 

Evil  and  few,   the  patriarch  fays, 
And  well  the  patriarch  knew. 
2  'Tis  but  at  be  ft  a  narrow  bound, 
Thatbeav'n  allows  to  men, 
And  pains  and  lins  runs  thro'  the  round 
Of  threescore  years  and  ten. 
-  Well,  if  ye  niuft  be  fad  and  few, 
°       Ye  years  run  on  in  hade  \ 

Moments  of  fin  and  months  of  woe, 
Ye  cannot  fly  too  faft. 
4  Let  heav'nly  love  prepare  my  foul, 
And  call  her  to  the  ikies, 
Where  years  of  long  falvation  roll, 
And  glory  never  dies. 
HYMN    XL.     Common  Metre. 
Our  comfort  in  the  covenant  mule  with  Ckrifi, 

,   OUI^  God>  hoW  firm  hlS  ?rom're  ftands,. 
^   Ev'n  when  he  hides  bis  face  ! 
He  trufts  in  our  Redeemer's  hands, 
His  glory  and  his  grace. 
2  Then  why,  my  foul,  thefe  fad  complaints^ 
Since  thrift  2nd  we  are  one? 
Tbv  God  is  faithful  to  his  faints, 
Is  faithful  to  his  Son. 
4  Beneath  his  fmiles  my  heart  has  liv'd,. 
A.^d  part  of  heav'n  poiTefsJd  ; 
I  praife  his  name  for  grace  receiv'd 
And  truft  him  for  the  red. 

HYMN'XLI,     Long  Metre.    . 
A  figbt  of  God  mortifies   us  to  the  -world. 
I   rTJl>  to  the  fields  wbere  angels  lie, 
And  living  waters  gently  roli, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out,  and  fiV, 
But  fid  hangs  heavy  on  my  ibul. 
a  Thy  wond'ious  blood,  dear  d>:r:g  Chvift, 
Carl  make  this  world  oi"  guilt  remove  J 


■  iji  Hymns  arid  E.  II. 

And  thou  czn'it  b^ar  me  where  thou  fly'ft 
On  thy  kind  wings,  teleftial  Dove.  ' 

'  3   O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  fee 
The  glories  of  the  eternal  fkiej  ; 
What  little  things  thefe  worlds  would  be? 
How  defpicable  to  my  eyes? 

4  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 
Kingdoms  and  men  would  vanifh  foon  : 
Vanifh,  as  though  I  law  them  not, 

As  a  dim  candle  dies  at  noon. 

5  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and  rave, 
I  mould  perceive  the  noife  no  more 

Than  we  can  hear  a  making  leaf, 
Vv'hile  rattling  thunders  round  us  roar. 

6  Great  All  in  All,  eternal  King, 
Xet  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  /hall  bow  and  fing 
Thine  eridlefs  grandeur,  and  thy  grace. 

HYMN    XLH.     Common  Metre. 
Delight  in  God. 
2    y[Y  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell 
Above,  at  thy  right  hand  ? 
The  courts  below,  how  amiable, 
Where  all  thy  graces  {land  ! 

2  The  fwaliow  near  thy  temple  lies, 

And  chirps  a  cheeiful  note  ; 
The  lark  mounts  upwards  tow'rds  the  flue 
And  tunes  her  warbling  throat. 

3  And  v/e,  when  in  thy  prefence,   Lord, 

Do  fnout  with  joyful  tongues  ; 
Or,  fitting  round  our  Father's  board, 
Y/e  crown  the  feaft:  with  fongs. 

4  While  Jefus  faines  with  quickening  grace, 

We  ling,  and  mount  on  high; 
But  if  a  frown  becloud  his  face, 
faint,  and  ike,  .and  dW-. 


B.  it.       Spiritual  Songs.      133 

5  J  lift  as  we  fee  the  lonefome  dove 

Bemoan  l.er  tiridow'd  ftate, 
Wand'fing,  (he  liies  tbrV  all  the  grove, 
And  mourns  her  loving  mate  : 

6  Juvt  fa,  our  thoughts  from  thing  to  thing 

In  refllefs  circles  roves 
Jail  fa,   we  droop  and  hang  the  wing, 
When  Jeftis  hides  his  love. 

.HYMN   XL1II.     Long  Metre. 
drift's  fe •fferi 'ngi  and  glory 

3  MOW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praife 

To  great  Jehovah's-'equal  Son  ! 
Awake,  ihv  voice,  in  heav'nly  lays, 
Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  has  done. 
.2  Sing  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 
And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above; 
How  fwift  and_jayful  was  his  flight 
On  wings  of  everlafting  love  1 
2  [Down  to  this  bafe,  this  finfnl  earth, 
He  came  to  raife  our  natures  high  ; 
He  came  \'  atone  Almighty  wrath — 
Jefus,  the  God,  was  born  to  die.] 

4  [Hell  and  its  lions  roar'd  around, 
His  precisus  blood  the  monfters  fpiltj 
While  weighty  forrows  prefs'd  him  dowrij 
Large  as  the  loads  of  all  our  guilt-] 

5  Deep  in  the  fnades  of  gloemy  death 
Th'  Almighty  captive  prisoner  lay  ; 
T'  Almighty-captive  left  the  earth, 
And  i  ofe  to  everlafting  day. 

6  Lift  up  your  eyes,  ye  fons  of  light,         f 
Up  to  his  throne  of  mining  grace  ; 

See- what  immortal  glories  fit 
Roimd  the  fweet  beauties  of  his  face; 

7  Among  a  thoufand  harps  and  fpWgSj 
Jefus,  the  God,  exalted  re igos-j 


134  H  v  M  n  s    ar,d         B.  IL 

His  facred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 
And  echoes  through  the  heav'nly  plain's ! 
HVMN    XL1V.     Long  Metre. 
Hell ;  or,  The  vengeance  of  Gad. 

1  "tyi.TH  holy  fear,  and  bnrfcbfe  fon,-, 

The  dreadful  God  our  fouls  adore  i 
Reverence  end  awe  becomes  the  tongue 
That  fpeaks  the  terrors  of  bis  pow'r? 

2  Far  in  the  deep  where  da.knefs  dwells, 
The  land  of  horror  and  defpair, 
Juflice  has  built  a  difmai  hell, 

And  laid  her  {lores  of  vengeance  there, 

3  [Eternal  plagues,  and  heavy  chains, 
Tormenting  racks,   and  iVry  coals, 
And  darts,  t*  afflict  immortal  pains,. 
Dy'd  in  the  biood  of  damned  fouls. 

4  There  Satan,  the  firft  firmer,  lies, 
Acid  rosrs,  and  bites  his  iron  bands; 
In  vain  the  rebel  ftrives  to  rile, 

CrufhA!  with  the  weight  of  both  thy  hands  j 

5  There  guilty  ghofts  of  Adam's  race 
Shriek  out,  and  howl  beneath  thv  rod  ; 
Once  they  could  fcorn  a  Saviour's  gvaoe 
But  they  incens'd  a  dreadful  God.° 

B  Tremble  my  foul,  and  kifs  the  Son  ; 
Sinners,  obey  thy  Saviour's  call; 
Elfe  your  damnation  baftem  on, 
And  hell  gapes  wide  to  wait  your  fall. 
HYMN   XLV.     Long  Metre. 
Cod's  eoudefcenfton  to  our  -a>orJhip. 

1  "J1  HY  favours,  Lord, .  furprife  our  fouls; 

Will  the  Eternal  dwell  with  us? 
What  canft  thou  find  beneath  the  poles, 
To  tempt  thy  chariot  downward  thus  ? 

2  Still  might  he  fill  liis  frurry  throne, 

And  pleafo  hi;  ears  with  Gabriel's  fepgs  : 


B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       135 

But  th'  heav'aly  Majefty  comes  down, 
And  bows  to  Uarken  to  our  tongues. 
3  Great  God  1  what  poor  returns  we  pay 
For  love  Co  infinite  as  tb'm.e  : 
Words  are  but  air,  and  tongues  but  clay, 
Cut  thy  companion's  all  divine. 

HYMN    XLVI.     Long  Metre. 
God's  condefcenfion  to  human  aptrs. 
!  TTP  to  the  Lord,  that  reigns  on  high, 
And  views  the  nations  from  aiar, 
Let  everlafting  praifes  fly, 
And  tell  how  large  his  bounties  are. 
A  [He  that  can  make  the  worlds  he  made, 
Or  with  his  word,   or  with  his  rod, 
His  "oodnefs,  how  amazing  great  1 
And'what  a  condefcending  God  !] 
%  ^God,  that  muft  ftoop  to  view  the  Ikies, 
<\nd  bow  to  fee  what  angels  do, 
Down  to  the  earth  he  calls  his  eyes, 
And  bends  his  footfleps  downward  too.] 
4  He  over-rules  all  mortal  things, 
And  manages  our  mean  affairs: 
On  humble  fouls  the  King  ot  kings 
Beftows  his  counfels  and  his  cares. 

5  Our  forrows  and  our  tears  we  pour 
Into  the  bofom  of  our  God  : 

He  hears  us  in  the  mournful  hour, 
And  helps  to  bear  the  heavy  load. 

6  In  vain  might  lofty  princes  try 
Such  condefeenfion  to  periorm  ; 

For  worms  were  never  rais'd  fo  high, 
Above  their  meaneft  fellow- worm. 

7  Oh  !  could  our  thankful  hearts  devife 
A  tribute  equal  to  thy  grace, 

To  the  third  heav'n  our  fongs  mould  rife, 
And  teach  the  .golden  harps  thy  praife. 


*tf         H  y  m  n  s    and  B.  IL 

HYMN    XLvIII.      Long  Metre. 
Glory  and  grace  in  the  perfonof  Cbrifl 

1  £jO\V  to  the  Lord  a  noble  foiig ! 

Awake    my  fool;  awake,   mytODgue; 
Hofanna  to  th'  eternal  name, 
And  all  his  boundlefs  love  proclaim. 

2  See  where  it  mines  in  Jefus'  face 
The  brighteft  image  of  his  grace'; 
God  in  the  perfon  of  his  Son, 

Has  all  his  mightieft  works  outdone. 

3  -The  fpacious  earth,  and  fpreading  flood, 
Proclaim  the  wife,   the  powerful  God  : 
And  thy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  ftar  : 

4  But  in  his  looks  a  glory  ftands, 
The  noblefr  labour  of 'thine  hands  : 
The  pleafing  luftre  of  his  eves 
Outihines  the  wonders  of  the  fkies. 

5  Grace  !  'tis  a  fweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jefus'  name  ! 

Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  found  ; 
Ye  heav'ns  reflecl"  it  to  the  ground  ! 
6  Oh,  may  I  live  to  reach  the  place 
Where  he  tin  vails  his  lovely  face  ! 
Where  all  his  beauties  you'behold, 
And  fing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold  ! 

HYMN   XI.VIIL     Common  Metre. 

Love  to  the  cre.iiures  is  dangerous. 

1  Y[OW  vain  are  all  things  here  below, 

How  faife,  and  yet  how  fair  ! 
Each  plealu-e  hath  its  poi.bn  too  ; 
And  ev'  •  ■  fweet  a  fr.are. 

2  The  brighteft  things  below  the  iky 

Give  but  a  flatt'i  ing  light ; 
We  fliould  fufpeft  fome  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  poifefa  delight.0 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs.       137 

3  Our  deareft  joys  and  ne are ft  friends, 

The  partners  of  ©ur  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God. 

4  The  fondnefs  of  a  creature's  love, 

How  ftrong  it  itrikes  the  fenre? 

Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 

Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour,  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  foul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 
HYMN    XLIX.     Common  Metre. 
Mofes  dying  in  the  embraces  of  God. 

1  T>EATH  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid, 

If  God  be  with  us  there  ; 
We  may  walk  through  thedarkeft  fhade, 
And  never  yield  to  fear. 

2  I  could  renounce  my  all  below, 

If  my  Creator  bid; 
And  run,  if  I  were  call'd  to  go, 
And  die  as  Mofes  did. 

3  Might  I  but  climb  to  Pifgah's  top, 

And  view  the  promised  land, 

My  flefh  itfelf  (hall  long  to  drop, 

And  pray  for  the  command. 

4  Clafp'd  in  my  heav'nly  Father's  arms, 

I  would  forget  my  breath, 
And  lofe  my  life  among  the  charms 
Of  fo  divine  a  death. 

HYMN    L.     Long  Metre. 
Comforts  under  forroivs  and  pains. 

5  |^OW  let  the  Lord,  my  Saviour,  fmi'e, 

And  (hew my  name  upor^his  heart  1 
I  would  forget  my  pains  a  while, 
And  in  the  plsafure  lofe  the  froart. 


i3§  Hymns    and         B.  II. 

2  But-,  oh  !  itfwellsmy  forrowshigh 
To  fee  my  bleffed  Jefus  frown  ; 
My  fpirits  fink,  my  comforts  die, 
And  all  the  fprings  of  life  are  down. 

3'l6nWhJ;  T^'  whr  the*  complaints? 
Still  while  he  frowns  his  bowels  m<Jve  . 

Still  on  his  heart  he  bears  his  faints       ' 

Add  feels  their  forrows,  and  his  love. 

4  My  name  is  printed  on  his  bread:  ; 
His  book  of  life  contains  my  name  • 
I'd  rather  have  it  there  imprefs'd   ' 
Than  in  the  bright  records  of  fame. 

5  When  the  lift  fire  burns  all  things  here 
Thofe  letters  (hall  fecurely  (land,  ' 
And  in  the  Lamb's  fair  book  appear 
Writ  by  th'  eternal  Father's  hand.    ' 

6  Now  (hall  my  minutes  fmoothly  run 
Whilft  here  I  wait  my  Father's  will  • 
My  rifmg  and  my  fetting  fun 
Roll  gently  up  and  down  the  hill. 

HYMN    LI.     Long  Metre. 
God  the  Son  equal  -with  the  Father. 

1  3HIGHT  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  ! 

Our  fpirits  bow  before  thy  feat  ; 
To  thee  we  lift  an  humble  thought 
And  worlhip  at  thine  awful  feet. 

2  [7  by  pow'r  hath  forn/d,   thy  wifdom  fw'av* 
All  nature,  with  afov'reign  word  : 

And  the  bright  world  of  liars  obeys 
The  will  of  their  fuperior  Lord.] 

3  [Mercy  and  truth  unite  in  one, 
And,  fmiling,   fit  at  thy  right  hand  j 
Eternal  juflice  guards  thy  throne, 
And  vengeance  waits  thy  dread  command.] 

4  A  thonfand  feraphs,  ftrbng  and  bright, 
Stand  round  the  glorious  Deity  \ 


B.  II-     Spiritual  Songs.       139 

But  who,  amongft  the  fons  of  light, 
Pretends  companion  with  thee  I 

5  Yet  there  is  one  of  bumaa  frame, 
Jefus,  arvay'd  in  fiefh  and  blood, 
Thinks  it  no  robbery  to  claim 

A  full  equality  with  God. 

6  Their  glory  ihines  with  equal  beams ; 
Their  effence  is  for  ever  one  ; 

Tho'  they  are  known  by  different  names, 
The  Father  God,  and  God  the  Son. 

7  Then  let  the  name  of  Chrift  our  King, 
With  equal  honours  be  ador'd  ; 

His  praife  let  ev'ry  angel  fing, 
And  all  the  nations  own  their  Lord. 

HYMN    LIL     Common  Metre. 

Death  dreadful,   or  delightful, 
j  TyEATH  '•  'tis  a  melancholy  day 
To  thofe  that  have  no  God, 
When  the  poor  foul  is  forc'd  away, 
To  feck  her  laft  abode. 

2  In  vain  to  heav'n  Ihe  lifts  her  eyes  , 

For  g»ilt,  a  heavy  chain, 
Stiil  drags  her  downwards  from  the  fkies^ 
Todarknefs,  fire,  and  pain. 

3  Awake,  and  mourn,  ye  heirs  of  hell, 

Let  llubbornfinner's  fear  ; 
You  muft  be  driven  from  earth,  and  dwe?I 
A  long  for  ever  there. 

4  See  how  the  pit  gapes  wide  for  you, 

And  flafhes  in  your  face  ; 
And  thou,  my  foul,  look  backwards  too, 
And  fing  recovering  grace. 

5  He  is  a  God  of  fov'reign  love, 

That  promised  heav*n  to  me, 
And  taught  my  foul  to  ibar  above, 
Where  happy  fpii  its  be. 


140  Hymns    and  B.  II. 

6  Prepare  me,  Lord,  for  thy  right  hand, 
Then  come  the  joy/ul  day  ; 
Come,  death,  and  ftfme  celeitial  band, 
To  bear  my  foul  away. 

HYMN  I.ni.     Common  Metre. 
The  pilgrimage  of  the  faints  |  or,  Earth  andheaven* 

1  ^ORD  !   what  a  wretched  land  is  this, 

Tbat  yields  us  no  fuppjy  ; 
No  cheering  fruits,  no  wboieibme  tree, 
Nor  ftreams  of  living  joy  ? 

2  But  pricking  thorns  thro'  all  the  ground, 

And  mortal  poifons  grow  j 
And  all  the  rivers  that  are  found, 
Withdang'rous  waters  flow. 

3  Yet  the  dear  path  to  thine  abode 

Lies  through  this  horrid  land  : 
Lord  !  we  would  keep  the  heav'nly  road, 
And  run  at  thycommand. 

4  Our  fouls  mail  tread  the  defart  through 

With  undiverted  feet, 
And  faith,  and  flaming  zeal,  fubdue 
The  terrors  that  we  meet, 

5  [A  thoufand  favage  beafts  of  prey 

Around  tlie  foreft  roam  ; 
But  Judah's  Lion  guards  the  way, 
And  guides  the  itrangers  home.  J 

6  Long  nights  and  darknefs  dwell  behttr,  " 

With  fcarce  a  twinkling  ray  ; 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  we  go, 
Is  everlaftiGg  day. 

1  By  glinVring  hopes,  and  gloomy  fears, 

We  trace  the  facred  road, 
Through  difmal  deeps,  and  dang'rous  fcarej, 

We  make  our  way  to  God. 
»  Our  journey  is  a  thorny  maze, 

But  we  znarch  upward  dill  j 


B-  II.     Spiritual  Songs.        14 

Forget  the  ft  troubles  or  the  ways, 
And  reach  at  Zion's  hill. 

9  [See  the  kind  angels  at  the  gates, 

Inviting  us  to  come; 
There  Jerus,  the  rorerunner,  waits 
To  welcome  trav'lers  home. 

10  There,  on  a  green  and  fiow'ry  mount, 

Our  weary  fouls  fhall  fit, 
And  with  wantoning  joys  recount 
The  labours  of  our  feet. 
31  Mo  vain  difcourfe  mall  fill  our  tongue, 
Mo  trifles  vex  our  ear  ; 
Infinite  grace  fhall  fill  our  fong, 
And  God  rejoice  to  hear. 
12  Eternal  gl«ties  to  the  King 

That  brought  us  rafiely  through  : 
Our  tongues  fhall  never  ceafe  to  fing, 
And  endlers  praife  renew.] 
HYMN    LIV.    Common  Metre. 
God's  prejence  is  light  indarknefs. 
,  MY  God,  the  fipring  of  all  my  joys, 
1      The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glorv  of  my  brighteft  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. " 
2  In  darkelt  (hades,  if  he  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  foul's  fweet  morning  ftar, 
Andhemyrifingfun. 

2  The  op'ning  heav'ns  around  me  fhine 
With  beams  of  facred  blils, 
While  Jefos  fhews  his  heart  is  mine, 
And  vhifpers,  I  am  his. 
4  My  foul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 
At  that  trar.fporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  mining  way, 
T*  embrace  my  deareft  Lord. 


1 42  Hymhs    and         B.  II. 

J  Fearlefs  of  bell  and  ghaftly  death, 
I  d  break  through  ev'ry  foe  • 
l       The .wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith, 
Should  bfar  me  conqu'ror  through. 

HYMN    LV.     Common  Metre. 
Frail  life  and  Succeeding  eternity      ' 

1  JHEE  we  adore,  eternal  Name 

And  humbly  own  to  thee         ' 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame  • 
What  dying  worms  are  we  ? 

2  [Ourwaftiag  lives  grow  fhorterftilJ 

As  months  and  davs  increase  •        ' 
And  ev'ry  beating  pulfe  we  tell' 
Leaves  but  the  number  lefs.  ' 

3  The  year  rolls  round,  and  ftealsawav 

The  breath  that  fir  ft  it  gave ; 
Whate'er  we  do,  where-e'er  w'e  be 
We're  trav'ling  to  the  grave.]      ' 
4 -Dangers  ftand  thick  thro'  all  the  ground 
And  pufh  us  to  the  tomb  ;,  ' 

And  fierce  difeafes  wait  around 
To  hurry  mortals  home.        ' 

5  GooJ  God  !    on  what  a  (lender  thread 
Hangeverlafting  things  ! 
TV  eternal  ftates  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  firings. 
«S  Infinite  joy,  or  endlefs  woe, 
Attends  on  ev'ry  breath  ; 
And  yet  how  unconcern'd  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death. 

7  Waken,  O  Lord,  our  drowfy  feafe 

To  walk  this  dang'rous  road  ; 

And  if  our  fouls  are  hurrv'd  hence3 

May  they  b?  found  with  God. 


$.  II.     Spiritual  Son  g  s.      143 

HYMN    LVI.     Common  Metre. 

The  mifery  of  being-withtut  God  in  this  -ucrld; 
or,    Vain  prcfperity. 

VO  '.  I  mall  envy  them  no  more 

Who  grow  profanely  great, 
Though  they  increafe  their  golden  ftore, 
And  rife  to  wond'rous  height, 
l  Theytafte  of  all  the  joys  that  grow 
Upon  this  earthly  clod  ! 
Well,  they  may  J'earch  the  creature  through, 
For  they  have  ne'er  a  God  : 
J  Shake  off  the  thoughts  of  dying  too, 
And  think  your  fife  your  own  ; 
But  death  comes  hafl'nlng  on  to  you, 
To  mow  your  glory  down. 

4  Yes,  you  muft  bow  your  {lately  bead, 

Away  your  fpirit  flies  ; 
And  no  kind  angel  near  your  bed, , 
To  bear  it  to  the  ikies. 

5  Go  now,  andboaftof  all  your  (lores, 

And  tell  bow  bright  they  mine  ; 
Your  heaps  of  glittering  duft  are  yours. 
And  ray  Redeemer's  mine. 

HYMN    LVII.     Long  Metre, 
The  pleafures  of  a  good  conference. 

1  T  ORD,  how  fecure  and  bleft  are  they 

Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardon' d  lin  \ 
Should  florins  of  wrath  fhake  earth  and  fea, 
Their  minds  have  heav'n  and  peace  within. 

2  The  day  glides  fwiftly  o'er  their  heads, 
Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  : 

And  foft  and  filent  as  the  /hades, 
The  nightly  minutes  gently  move, 

3.- [Quick  as  their  thought,  their  joys  come  an 
But  fly  not  Ualf  fo  faft  away  5 , ' 


144  Hymns    an4         B.  II. 

Their  fouls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  fr.mmer  ev'nings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  the  heav'nly  hills, 
Where  groves  of  living  pleafures  grow, 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  fmiles 
Sit  undiilurb'd  upon  their  brow.] 

5  They  fcorn  to  feek  our  golden  toys  ; 
But  fpend  the  day,  and  fhare  the  night 
In  numb'ring  o'er  the  richer  joys, 
That  heav'n  prepares  for  their  delight. 

6  While  wretched  we,  like  worms  and  moles, 
Lie  grov'ling  in  the  dnft  below  ; 
Almighty  grace,  renew  cur  fouls, 

And  we'll  afpire  to  glory  too. 

HYMN    LVIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  Jhortnefs  of  life,  and  the  gooJnefr  of  God. 
i  TIME,  what  an  empty  vapour  'tis  i 
And  days,  how  fwift  they  are  ! 
Swift  as  an  Indian  arrow  flies, 
Or  like  a  mooting  ftar. 
a  The  prefent  moments  juft  appear, 
Then  Aide  away  in  harte, 
That  we  can  never  fay,  they're  here. 
But  only  fay,  they're  patt. 

3  [Our  life  is  ever. on  the  wing, 

And  death  is  ever  nigh  ; 
The  moment  when  our  lives  begin, 
We  all  begin  to  die-} 

4  Yet,  mighty  God  !  our  fleeting  days 

Thy  lafting  favors  mare, 
Yet  with  the  bounties  of  thy  grace 
Thou  load'ft  the  rolling  year. 
c  'Tis  fov' reign  mercy  finds  us  food., 
And  we  are  cloth'd  with  love  ; 
AVhile  grace  ftands  pointing  out  the  road, 
That  leads  our  fouls  above. 


J5.   II.        SPIRITUAL    OUINOd.  143 

6  His  goodnefs  runs  an  endlefs  round  ; 

All  glory  to  the  Lord  : 
His  mercy  never  knows  a  bound  ; 
And  be  his  name  ador'd. 

7  Thus  we  begin  the  lading  fong ; 

And  when  we  clofe  our  eyes, 
Let  the  next  age  thy  prai'fe  prolong, 
'Till  time  and  nature  dies. 
HYMN    I-IX.     Common  Metre. 
Parjdifi'  on  earth. 
x   pLOR-Y  to  God,  that  walks  the  flty? 
And  fends  his  bleffings  through; 
That  tells  his  faints  of  joys  on  high, 
And  gives  a  ta-fte  below. 
2  [Glory  to  God,  that  Hoops  his  throne. 
That  duft  and  worms  may  fee't, 
And  brings  a  glimpfe  of  glory  down 
Around  his  facred  feet. 
a  When  Chrift,  -with  all  his  graces  crown'd, 
Sheds  his  kind  beams  abroad, 
'Tis  a  young  heaven  on  earthly  ground. 
And  glory  in  the  bud. 
4  A  blooming  paradife  of  joy 
In  this  wild  deiert  fprings, 
And  ev'ry  fenfe  I  flrait  employ 
On  fweet  celeitial  things. 
-5  White  lilies  all  around  appear, 
And  each  his  glory  mows; 
The  rofe  of  Sharon  bloffoms  here, 
The  fa ire  ft  flower  that  blows. 
~6  Cheerful  I  feaft  on  beav'uly.  fair, 
And  bring  the  pleafures  down  ; 
Pleafuresthat  Mow  hard  by  the  foot 
Of  the  eternal  throne.] 
7  But,  ah!  how  foon  my  joys  decay. 
How  foon  my  fins  avife, 
G 


146  Hymns    and        B.  ^. 

And  fuatch  the  heav'nly  fcene.away 
From  thefe  lamenting  eyes! 

8  When  fhall  the  time,,  dear  Jefus,  when 

The  flniiirig;  day  appear, 
That  I  fhall  leave  thole  clouds  of  fin, 
And  guilt  and  darknefs  here  ? 

9  Up  to  the  field1;,,  above  the  Ikies, 

My  hafty  feet  would  go, 
There  everi-afting  fiow'rs  arife, 
.^nd  joys  unwith'rir.g  grow. 

HYMN    LX.     Long  Metre.. 

The  Iruth  of  God. the  provtifer  ;  or,  Thc.promrft. 

are  our  ftcurity. 

2  PRAISE,  everlaiting  praife,  be  paid 

To  him  that  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Praife  to  the  Godj  whofe  ftrong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  pleafe. 
1  Praife  to  the  goodnefs  of  the  Lord, 
Who  rules  his  people  by  his  word, 
And  there,  as  Itrong  as  his  decrees, 
He  fets  his  kindeft  promifes. 

3  [Firm  are  the  words  hi?  prophets  give  ;. 
Sweet  words,  on  which  his  children  live* 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  God, 
Who  fpoke,  and  fpread  the  Ikies  abroad. 

4  Each  of  them  powerful  as  that  found, 
That  bid  the  new  made  world  go  round  j 
And  ftronger  than  the  folid  poles, 
On  which  the  wheel"  of  nature  rolls.] 

5  Whence  then  fhould  doubts  and  fears  arife  ! 
Whv  trickling  forrows  drown  our  eyes  ? 
Slowly,  alas!  our  mind  receives 

The  comforts  that  our  Maker  gives, 

6  Oh,  for  a  ftrong,  a  lafting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almi&hty  faith  V 


B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       147 

T'  embrace  the  mefTage  of  his  Son, 
Aq.d.  call  the  joys  o£  heav'n  our  own. 

J  Then  fhould  the  earth's  old  pillars  make 
And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break  ; 
Our  fteady  fouls  fhal!  fear  no  more 
Than  folid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 

I  jOur  everlafting  hopes  arife  ■ 
Above  the  ruinable  Ikies; 
Where  the  eternal  Builder  reigns, 
And  his  own  courts  his  pow'r  fuftains. 

HYMN  LXI.     Common  Metre, 

A  thought  of  death  and  glory. 
\  ]y[Y  foul,  come  meditate  the  day, 
And  think  how  near  it  flands, 
"When  thou  mnft  quit  this  houfe  of  clay 

And  fly  to  unknown  lands. 
[And  you,  mine  eyes,  look  down  and  view  , 

The  hollow  gaping  tomb  : 
This  gloomy  prifon  waits  for  yon, 

When'er  the  fummons  come.] 
Ohy  could  we  die  with  thofe  that  die, 

And  place  us  in  their  (lead; 
Then  would  our  fpir.it  s  learn  to 'fly,, 

And  converfe  with  the  dead  : 
Then  would  we  fee  the  faints  above 

In  their  pwn   glorious  forms, 
And  wonder  why  our  fouls  fhould  love 

To  dwell  with  mortal  worms. 
[How  we  mould  fcorn  thefe  clothes  of  nem3 

Thefe  fetters,-  and  this  load  ; 
And  long. for  evening  to  undrefs, 

That  we  may  reft  with  God.] 
We  fhould  almoft  forfake  our  clay 

Before  the  fummons  come,. 
And  pray,  and  wifh  our  fouls  away 

To  their  eternal  heme. , 


140 


H  Y  M  N  s     and       Be  II 


HYMN    LXII.     Common  Metre. 

Gfd  the  thutiderer;  or,  The  lift  judgment — and. 

hell  \ 
j  CING  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts, 
And  thou,  O  earth,  adore: 
Let  death  and  heU,  through  all  their  coafts 
S;and  trembling  at  his  pow'r: 

2  Kls  founding  chariot  fhakes  the  fky, 

He  makes  the  clouds  his  throne  ; 

There  all  his  ftores  of  lightning  lie, 

'  'Till  vengeance  darts  them  down. 

3  His  noftrih  breathe  sut  fi'ry  ftreams, 

And  from  his  awful  tongue, 
A  fov'reign  voice  divides  the  flames, 
And  thunacr  roars  along. 

4  Think,  O  my  foul',  the  dreadful  day 

When  this  incenfed  Grd 
Shall  rend  the  iky,  and  burn  the  fea, 

And  fling  his  wrath  abroad  ?  .    s 

5  What  Avail  the  wretch,  the  finner  do  ? 

He  once  defy'd  the  Lord  j 
Bnt  he  (hall  dread  the  Thund'rer  new, 
And  flak  beneath  his  word. 

6  Tempefts  of  angry  fire  fh all  roll. 

To  blaft  the  rebel  worm, 
And  beat  upon  his  naked  foul 
In  one  eternal  florin. 
HYMN    LX1II.     Common  Metre.    ; 
A  funeral  thought. 
tTAFvK'.    from  the  tombs,  a  doleful  foui|| 
**  Mv  ears  attend  the  cry; 
«<  Ye  living  men,  come,  view  the  ground 
a  where  you  rauft  fnortly  lie. 

*  Made  in  a  great  fuiden  jlorm  of  thunlt 
Aoguft  the  ioib,  1697. 


5.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       140 

I  "  Princes,  this  clay  muft  be  your  bed, 
"■  In  fpite  of  all  your  tow'rs  ; 
«*  The  tall,  the  wife,  the  rev'rend  head, 
*;  Mulk  lie  as  low  as  ours." 

\  Great  God  !  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 
And  are  we  vet  fecure  \ 
Still  walking  downwards  to  our  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more. 

I  Grant  us  the  powers  of  quick'ning  grace, 
To  fit  our  fouls  to  fly  ; 
Then,  when  we  <lrop  this  dying  flefh, 
We'll  rife  above  the  fky. 

HYMN    LXIV.     Long  Metres 
God  the  glory  and  defence  of  Sion. 
1  TRAPPY  the  cfeurch,  thou  facred  place. 
The  feat  of  thy  Creator's  grace  ; 
Thine  holy  courts  are  his  abode  : 
Thou  earthly  palace- of  our  God. 

I  Thy  walls  are  ftrength,  and  at  thy  gates 
A  guard  ot  heav'nly  warriors  waits ; 
Nor  ihall  thy  deep  foundations  move, 
Fix'd  on  his  counfels  and  his  love. 

5  Thy  foes  in  rain  de/igns  engage, 
Againft  hi*  throne  in  vain  they  rage ; 
Like  rifing  waves,  with  angry  roar, 
That  dam  and  die  upon  the  more. 

4  Then  let  our  fouls  in  Sion  dwell, 
Nor  feardie  wrath  of  Rome  and  hell : 
His  arms  embrace  this  happy  ground, 
Like  brazen' bulwarks  built  around. 

5  God  is  our  fhield,  and  God  our  Sun  ; 
Swift  as  the  fleeting  moments  run, 
On  us  he  fheds  new  btams  of  grace, 
And  we  reflect  his  brighteft  praif«ft 


*5°  ft  y  m  n  s   and         B.  II. 

HYMN    LXV.     Common  Metre. 
The  hope  of  beaten  ourfupport  under  trials  pn 

earth. 
i  WHEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 
To  manfions  in  the  fkies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  ev'ry  fear, 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  a*ainft  my  foul  engaee 

And  hclliih  darts  be  hurl'd,  ' 

Then  I  can  fmile  at  Satan's  rage 
And  face  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  delnge,  come 

And  ftorms  of  forrow  fall  ;  ' 

May  I  but  fafely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heav'n,  my  all : 

4  There  fhall  I  bathe  my  weary  foul 

In  feas  of  heav'nly  reft, 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Acrofs  my  peaceful  bread. 

HYMN   LXVI.     Common  Metre. 

Aprofpeft  of  heaven  makes  death  eafo> 
i   THERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 
Where  faints  immortal  reign, 
Infinite  da»y  excludes  the  nighty 
And  pleafures  banifh  pain. 

2  There  everlafting  fpring  abides, 

And  uever-with'ring  flowers  : 

Death,  like  a  narrow  fea,  divides 

This  heav'nly  land  from  ours. 

3  [S'.veet  fields  beyond  the  fwelling  flood 

Stand  dre'Vd  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  ftood, 
While  Jordan  roll'd  between. 

4  But  unburns  mortals  ftart  and  fhrink, 

To  cr&fs  this  narrow  fea; 


.II.      Spiritual  Song  s.       151 

And  linger.,  fhiy'ring  on  the  brink, 

Ami  fear  to  lanch  away.] 
Oh  !   could  we  make  our  doubts  remove,, 

Thofe  gloomy  doubts  that  rife, 
And  fee  the  Canaan  that  we  love, 

With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! 
Could  we  but  climb  where  Mofes  fto  od., 

And  view  the  landfcape  o'er, 
>Jot  Jordan's  It  re  am,  nor  death's  cold  flood, 

Should  fright  us  from  the  more. 

HYMN    LXVIL     Common  Metre. 
God's  eternal  dominion. 
QREAT  Gcd  I  how  infinite  art  Thou  I 

What  worthiefs  worms  we  are  ? 
Let  the  whole  race  oficreatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  pvaife  to  Thee. 
Thy  throne  eternal  ages  flood, 

E'er  feas  or  {tars  were  made  ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 

Were  all  the  nations  dead. 
Nature  and  time  quite  naked  lie 

To  thine  immenfe  furvey, 
From  the  formation  of  the  fky, 

To  the  great  burning  day. 
Eternity,  with  all  its  year?, 

Stands  prefent  in  thy  view  j 
To  Thee  there's  nothing  old-appears  i 

Great  Gud  !    there's  nothing  new. 
Our  lives  thro'  various  fcenes  arediawn, 

And  ve,>;'d  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thoughts  move  on 

Thine  undifturb'd  affairs. 
1  Great  Gcd  !   how  infinite  art  Thou  J 

What  worthiefs  worms  are  v,  e  ! 
Let  the  whole  race  of  creatuies  bow. 

And  r>?,y  the ir  praife  to  Tfc? e  I 


152  Hymns  and  B.  II, 

HYMN    I.XVIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  bumble  luorf/p  of  be  ay  eft 
I   RATHER,  I  long,  I  faint  to  fee  " 
The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
IM  leave  thy  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  feat,  my  God  ! 
a.  Here  I  behold  thy  diirant  face, 
And  'tis  a  pleafing  fight ; 
But  to  abide  in  t'.une  embrace, 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  partAvith  all  the  joys  of  fenfc, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleafures  fpring  frefh  for  ever  thence, 
Unfpeakable,   unknown. 

4  [There  all  the  heav'nly  holts  are  feen, 

In  (hining  ranks  they  move, 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then,  at  thy  feet,  with  awful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall  : 
"With  joy  they  rkrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  ALL. 

4  There  would  I  vie  with  all  the  hoft, 
In  dutv  and  in  blifs  : 
While  lefs  than  nothing  I  could  boaft, 
Aud  vanity  confefs.J 

7  The  more  thy  glories  ftrike  mine  eyes, 
The  humbler  I  (hall  lie; 
Thus,  while  I  fink,  my  joys  (hall  rife 
Unmeafureably  high. 

HYMN    LXIX.     Common  Metre. 
The  faitbfuJnefs  of  God  in  the  proviifes. 

1   FgEGIN,  my  tongue  fome  heav'nly  theme, 
Andfpeak  fome  boundlefs  thing; 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name, 
Of  our  eternal  King. 


B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs. 

2  Tell  of  bis  wond'rous  faitbfuktefs,    . 

And  found  his  pow'r  abroad, 
Sing  the  fwcet  promife  of  his  grace,    - 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  Proclaim  falvation  from  the  Lord 

For  wretched  dying  men  ; 
His  hand  has  writ  the  facred  word    ■- 
With  an  immortal  pen. 

4  Engraved  as  in  Eternal  brafs,     . 

The  mighty  promife- fumes  ? 
Nor  can  the  pou  'rs  of  darkneis  raze     : 
Thofe  everlasting  lines.] 

5  He  that  can  dafliwhole  woilds  to  dsatb 

And  make  them  when  he  pleafe, 
Pie  fpeakj,  and  that  almighty  breath 
Fulfils  his  great  decrees. 

6  His  very  word  of  grace  is  fir  on  g 

As  that  which  built  the  Ikies  J 
The  voice  that  re! is  the  liars  along 
Speaks  all  the  promifes. 

7  He  faid,  "  Let  thewide  heaven  be  fpread  >' 

And'heav'n  was  ftretch'd  abroad; 
"  Abraham,  Til  be  thy  God," 'he  faid, 
And  he  was  Abraham's  God. 

8  Oh,  might  I  hear  thine  heavenly  tongue 

Ent  whifper,  .«*  Thou  art  mine  \" 
Tbofe  gentle  words  mould  raife  my  fong 
To  notes  almoft  divine. 

9  Kow  would  my  weeping  heart  rejoice 

And  think  my  heav'n  fecure  !  °         * 
1  truft  the  Ali-Creating  voice, 
And  faith  defires  no  more. 

-HYMN    LXX.     Long  Metre. 
Coil's  dominions  ever  the  fea.   Pfalrn.  cvii   22  &P 
i    GPQofthereas,   thy  tbund'ring  voice 

Makas  all  the  rearing  waves  rejoice/  G  2 


— 


?54  K  Y  M  N  s    and        E.  II. 

And  ore  foft  word  of  thy  command, 

Can  link  them  filent  in  the  fond. 
.  2  If  but  a  Mofes  wave  thy  rod, 

The  fea  divides,  and  owns  its  God; 

The  ftorray  floods  their  Maker  knew, 

And  let  his  chofen  armies  through. 
3  The  fcsly  fho^is  amidft  the  fea 

To  thee,  their  Lord,  a  tribute  pay; 

The  meaneft  fifli  that  fwims  the  flood, 

Leaps  out,  and  means  a  praife  t#  God. 
.4  The  larger  monfters  of  \h:  deep 

On  thy  commands  attendance  keep; 

By  thy  permiilion,  fport  and  play, 

And  cleave  along  their  foaming  way. 

5  If  God  the  voice  of  tempeft  rears, 
Leviathan  lies  flill,  and  fears ; 
Anon  he  lifts  his  noftrils  high, 
And  fpouts  the  ocean  to  the  fky. 

6  How  is  thy  glorious  pow'r  ader'd 
Amidft  thefe  wat'ry  nations,  Lord  ! 
"Yet  the  bold  men  that  trace  the  feas, 
Bold  men  reiufe  their  Maker's  praife. 

7  What  fcenes  of  miracles  they  fee, 
And  never  tune  a  long  to  thee  ! 

While  on  the  flood  they  facely  ride, 
They  curfe  the  hand  that  fmooths  the  tide. 
.?,  Anon  they  plunge  in  wat'ry  graves, 

And  foroe  drink  death  among  the  waves.; 
Yet  the  furviving  crew  blalpheme, 
Nor  own  the  God  that  refcu'd  them. 

o  Ob,  for  fome.fignal  of  thine  hand  ! 
Shake  all  the  feas,  Lord  make  the  land ; 
Great  Judge!   defcend,  left  men  deny 
That  tier's  a  God  that. rules  the  iky. 


B.  IK     Spiritual  Songs.         155 

HYMN    LXXL     Long  Metre. 
Praffe  toGodfrom  all  creature:. 

1  'T/HE  glories  of  my  Maker,  God, 

My  joyful  voice  mall  ling, 
And  call  the  nations  to  adore 
Their  Former  and  their"  King. 

2  'Twas  his  right  hand  that  fhap'd  our  clay, 

And  wrought  this  human  frame ; 
But  from  his  own  immediate  breata 
Our  nobler  Spirits  came. 

3  We  bring  our  mortal  pow'rs  to  God, 

And  worfliio  with  our  tongues  ; 
We  claim  fome  kindred  with  the  fkies, 
And  join  th'  angelic  fongs. 

4  Yet  grov'ling  beads  of  ev'ry  m'ape, 

And  fowls  of  ev'ry  wing, 
And  rocks,  and  trees,  and  fires,  and  leas. 
Their  various  tribute  bring. 

5  Ye  placets  to  his  honor  fhine, 

Aid  wheels  of  nature  roll, 
Praife  him  in  your  unweary'd  courfe 
Around  the  fteadypole. 

6  The  brightnefs  of  our  Maker's  name 

The  wide  creation  fills, 
And  his  unbounded  grandeur  flies, 
Beyond  the  heav'nly  hills. 

HYMN   LXXII.     Common  Mitre. 
The  Lord's  day  ;  or  The  rcfurre{iio?i  of  Christ. 
\   JJLEST  morning,  whofe  young  dawning  rays 
Behold  our  rifing  God  ; 
That  faw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dufr, 
And  leave  his  laft  abode. 
2  In  the  cold  prifon  of  a  tomb 
The  dear  Redeemer  lay, 
'Till  the  revolving  fkies  had  brought 
The  third,  th*  appointed  day. 


J5^  II  Y  MN   s     and  B.  II. 

3  He]]  and  the  grave  unire  their  force 
^  To  hold  our  God  in  v?.in  ; 

The  fleeping  Conqueror  ar©/e, 
And  burft  their  feebie  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  almighty  Lord 

Thefe  facred  hours  we  pav, 
-And  loud  Hofannas  fhaJJ  proclaim 
The  triumph  of*  the  day. 

5  [Salvation  and  immortal  praife 

To  our  victorious  King; 
.  Let  heav'n,  and  earth,  and  rocks,  and  feas, 
With  glad  Hofannas  ring.]  ' 

HYMN    LXXIII.     Common  Metre. 

Doubts  fat  t  ere  d;  or  Spiritual  jop  re  (lore  J. 

1  ^JENCE  from  my  foul  fad  thoughts  begone* 

And  leave  me  to  my  joys ; 
My  tongue  fliall  triumph  in  my  God, 
And  make  a  joyful  noife. 

2  Darknefs  and  doubts  had  veil'd  my  mind 

And  drown'd  my  head  in  tears,' 
'Till  fov'reign  grace,  with  mining  rays, 
Difpcll'd  my  gloomy  fears, 

3  Oh,  what  immortal  joys  I  felt 

And  raptures,  all  divine, 
When  Jefus  told  me  I  was  his, 
And  my  Beloved  mine! 

4  In  vain  the  tempter  frights  my  fotd, 

And  breaks  my  peace  m  vain  ; 
One  glint?  fe,  dear  Saviour,  of  thy  face, 
Revives  my  joys  again. 

HYMN  LXXIV.     Short  Metre. 
Repentance  from  a  fenfe  of  divide  goodnefs  ;  or, 

A  complaint  of  ingratitude. 
I   JS  this  the  kind  return, 

And  thefe  the  thanks  we  owe. 


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Thus  to  abnfe  eternal  love, 

Whence  all  our  oleffihgs  Sow  ! 
To  what  a  ftubborn  frame 

Has  fin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  ftrange  rebellious  wretches  we, 

And  God  as  ftrangely  kind  ! 
On  us  he  bids  the  fun 

Shed  its  reviving  rays; 
For  us  the  fkies  their  circles  run. 

To  lengthen  out  our  days. 
The  brutes  obey  their  Gcd, 

And  bow  their  necks  to  men: 
But  we  more  bafe  more  brutifn  things, 

Reject  his  eafy  reign.] 
Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  fouls  afrefh; 
Break,  fov'rcign  grace,  thefe  hearts  of  ftone3 

And  give  us  hearts  of  Selh. 
.  Let  old  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 

Let  hourly  thanks  arife. 

HYMN    LXXV.     Common    Metre. 

tyritudl  and  eternal  joy  ;  or,  The  beatific  vificn 

of  Chrijl. 

JTROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  (hall  rife, 

And  run  eternal  rounds, 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  fkies, 

And  all  created  bounds. 
The  holy  triumphs  of  my  foul 

Shall  death  itfelf  out-brave, 
Leave  dull  mortality  behind, 

And  flee  beyond  the  grave. 
There  where  my  bleffed  Jefus  reigns, 

In  heavVs  unmeafui'd  fpace, 


*$*  H  y  M  n  s    and         R.  j; 

I'll  fpend  a  long  eternity 
In  pieafure  and  in  praife. 

4  Millions  of  years  my  wond'ringeve* 

Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove 
And  endlefs  ages  I'll  adore-      ' 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

5  Swectjefus,  ev'ryfmile  of  thine 

Shall  trem  endearments  bring 
And  thoufand  taftes  of  new  delight-  • 
From  all  thy  graces  fpring. 
6  Hafte,  ray  beloved,  fetch  my  foul 
Up  to  thy  b  left  abode* 
Fly,  for  my  fpirit  longs  to  fee 
My  Saviour,  and  my  God.] 

HYMN    LXXVI.     Common  Metre. 

7*<  rcfurremon  and  afcenfion  ,f  Cbrif} 
t  HOSANNA  to  the  Prince  of  li4t 
That  clothMhimfelfin  clay;    ' 
Enter  d  the  iron  gates  of  death. 
And  tore  the  bars  away. 

2  Death  is  no  more  the  kb'g  of  dread, 

Since  our  Immanoel  rofe  ■  t 

Hetook.thetyrant'sftinga' 
And  fpoil'd  our  hellim  foes.  ' 

3  See  how  the  conqu'ror  mounts  aloft 

And  to  our  Father  flies,  ' 

With  fears  of  honour  in  his  flefh 
And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 

4  There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns 

And  fcatters  bleffings  down  • 
Our  Jefus  fills  the  middle  fear' 
Ot  checelaflUl  throne. 

5  [Raife  your  devotions,  mortal  tongue, 

ro  reach  his  bleft  abode, 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  fonS3 
To  our  incarnate  God. 


.II.       Spiritual  Songs.      159 

Bright  angels,  ftrike  yonr;,loudeft  firings,  ■     j 

Your  fweeteit  voices  raife  \ 
Letheav'n,  and  all  created  things, 
Sound  our  Immanuel's  praife.] 
HYMN    LXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
.  The  Chriftian  warfare. 
[CTAND  up,  my  foul,  lhake  ofFthy  f«ars, 

And  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of.endlefs  joy, 
Where  thy  great  Captain,  Saviour's  gone. 

Hell  and  thy  fins  refift  thy  courfe, 

But  hell  and  fin  are  vanriuifiVd  foes ; 

Thy  Jefus  nail'd  them  to  the  crofs, 

And  fung  the  triumph  when  he  rofe.] 

[What  through  the  prince  of  darknefs  rage? 

And  wafte  the  fury  of  his  fpite? 

Eternal  chains  confine  him  down 

To 'fi'ry... deeps,  and  endlei's  night. 
.  What  though  thine  inward  luff s  rebel? 

'Tis.  but  a  ftruggling  gafp  for  life  ; 

The  weapons  of  viftorions  grace 

Shall  flay  thy  fins,  and  e.nd  the  ftrif*.] 
j  Then  let  my  foul  march  boldly  on, 

Prefs  forward  to  the  heav'nly  gate, 

There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 

And  glittering  robes  for  conqu'rors  wait. 
b  There  (hall  I  wear  a  ftarry  crown, 

And  triumph  in  Almighty  grace, 

While  all  the. armies  ©f  the  ikies  . 

Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praife. 

HYMN  LXXVIII.     Common  Metre. 

'Redemption  by  Chrifi. 
WHEN  the  firft  parent  of  our  race 

Rebell'd,  and  left  their  Gcd, 
And  the  infeclion  of  their  fin, 
,Had  tainted-all  thcir.blood ; 


rioo         Hymns    and  B„  II 

2  Infinite  pity  touch'd  the  hearr 

Of  the  eternal. Son, 
Defcending  from  the  heav.'nlv  court 
He  left  bis  Father';  throne. 

3  Afide  the  Prince  of  glory  t'bcew 

His  mod  divine  array 
And  wrapp'd  his  Godhead  in  a  veil 
Of  our  inferior  clay. 

4  His  living  pow'r,   and  dying  Jove 

Redeemed  unhappy  men  ■: 
And  raisM  the  mins'of  our  race 
To  life  and  God  again. 

5  To  thee,  dear  Lord,   our  iiem  and  foal 

We  joyfully  reiign  ;    , 
Bled  jeius  rake  u>  fur  thine  own, 
For  we  are  doubly  thine. 
©  Thine  honor  ihail  for  ever  be 
The  bu'.iaefs  of  our  days, 
Forever  /hall  our  thankful  tongues 
Speak  thy  deferved  praife. 

HYMN    LXXIX.  !  Common  aCetrc.     . 
Praife  to  the  Redeemer. 

1  pLUNG'D  in  a  gulp  of  dark  defpair 

We  wretched  fmners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope, 
Or  fpark  of  glimm'ring  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helplefs  grief; 
He  faw  and  (O  amazing  love  ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief. 
1  Down  from  the  finning  feats  above, 
With  joyful  hafle  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  of  mortal  flsfh, 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 
[  He  fpoil'd  the  pow'rs  of  darknefs  thus,    > 
And  broke  our  iron  chains*; 


jj.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       161 

\   lefus  has  freed  our  captive  fouls, 

[         From  everlafting  pains.      ■ 

L  [In  vain  the  baffled  prince  of  hell 

»         His  curfed  projects  tries  ; 

!     We  that  were  doom'd  his  end'.efs  flaves, 

Are  raisM  above  the  flues.] 
6  Oh,  "for  tMs  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lading  filence  break, 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  praifes  lpeak. 
.  ryes  -we  will  praife  thee,  deareft  Lord, 
Our  fouls  are  all  on  flame  ; 
Hofanna  round  the  fpacious  earth 
To  thine  adored  name. 
§    Angels,  afilft  our  mighty  joys, 
"strike  all  your  harps  of  golds 
But  when  you  raife  your  higheft  note*, 
His  love  can  ne'er  be  told.] 
HYMN   LXXX.     Short  Metre. 
God's  awful  power  andgoednefs. 
i    f»H  '.  the  almighty  Lord  ! 

W  How  matchlefs  is  his  power  . 
Tremble,  O  earth,  beneath  his  word, 
While  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

2  Le<- proud  imperious  kings 

Bow  low  before  his  throne  1       < 
Crouch  to  his  feet,  ye  haughty  things, 
Or  be  fhall  tread  you  down. 

3  Above  the  Ikies  he  reign?, 

And  with  amazing  blows, 
He  deals  infufferable  pains 
On  his  rebellious  foes. 

4  Yet  everlafting  God, 

We  love  to  lpeak  thy  praife; 
Thy  fceptre's  equal  to  thy  rod, 
The  fceptre  of  thy  £tace, 


1 62  H  y  m  N  s     and         B?%1 

5  The  arms  of  mighty  love 

Defend  our  Zion  well 
And  heav'nly  mercy  walls  us  round 
From  Babylon  and  hell. 

6  Salvation  to  the  King 

That  fits  enthron'd  above 
Thus  we  adore  the  God  of  might 
And  blefs  the  God  of  Jove.         ' 
HYMN   LXXXI.     Common  Metre. 
Our  fins  the  caufe  of  Chr  if  s  death. 
J  AN»  now  the  fcales  hare  left  mine  evess 
Now  I  begin  to  fee  :  '      5 

Gh  the  curs'd  deeds  my  fins  have  done  ' 
What  murd'rous  things  they  be  ! 

2  Were  thefe  the  traitors,  deareft  Lord 

That  thy  fair  bodv  tore  I 
Monitors,  that  ftaiu'd  thofe  heav'nlv  limbs,  ' 
With  floods  of  purple  gore  ! 

3  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done, 

My  deareft.  Lord  was  flain, 
When  jufiice  feiz'd  God's  only  Son, 
And  put  bis  foul  to  pain  ? 

4  Forgive  my  guilt,  O  Prince  of  Peace 

I'll  wound*  my  God  no  more  : 
Hence  from  my  heart,  ye. fin?,  begone, 
For  Jefus  I  adore. 

5  Furnimme,  Lord,  with  heavenly  aims 

From  grace's. magazine, 
And  I'll  proclaim  eternal  war 
With  ev'ry  darling  iin. 

HYMN    LXXXri.     Commom  Metre. 
Redeem  «*d  protection  from  fpiritual  enemies. 
I   ^RISE,   my  foul,  my  joyful  pow'rs, 
And  triumph  in  my  God  ; 
Awake,  my  foul,  and  loud  proclaim 
His  glorious  graoe  abroad. 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs.      163 

2  He  rais'd  me  from  the  deeps  of  fin, 

The  gates  of  gaping  hell, 
And  nVd  my  Handing  more  fecure 
Than  'twas  before  I  fell. 

3  The  arms  of  everlafting  love, 

Beneath  my  foul  he  plac'd, 
And  on  the  Rock  of  ages  fet 
My  flipp'ry  footfieps  faft. 

4  The  city  of  my  bleft  abode 

Is  wali'd  around  with  grace 
Salvation  for  a  bulwark  Hands 
To  fhield  the  facred  place. 

5  Satan  may  vent  his  fharpeft  fpite, 

And  all  his  legions  roar  ; 
Almighty  mercy  guards  my  life, 
And  bounds  his  raging  pow'r. 

6  Arife,  my  foul,  awake,   my  voice, 

And  tunes  of  pleafure  fing; 
Lovd  Hallelujahs  (hall  addrefs 
My  Saviour  and  my  King. 
HYMN  LXXXIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  paffioti  and  exaltation  of  Ckriji. 

1  THUS  faich  the,  Ruler  of  the  fkies, 

"  Awake,  my  dreadful  fword  ; 
«'  Awake,  my  wrath,  and  finite  the  Man, 
"■My  fellow,"  faith  the  Lord. 

2  Vengeanre  received  the  dread  command, 

Am',   armed,  down  fee  ilies  : 

Jefus  fubmits  t'  his  Father's  hand, 

And  bows  his  head,  and  dies. 

3  But  eh  !   the  wifdom  and  the  grace 

That  jein'd  with  vengeance  now  | 
He  dies  to  fave  our  guilty  race, 
And  yet  he  riles  too. 

4  A  perfon  fo  divine  was  he, 

Who  yielded  to  b«  flain, 


164  Hymns   and        B.  II. 

That  he  could  give  his  foul  away, 
And  take  his  Jife  again. 

5  Live,  glorious  Lord,  and  reign  en  high, 
Let  ev'ry  nation  fmg, 
And  angels  found,  with  endlefs  joy, 
The  Saviour  and  the  King. 


HYMN    LXXXIV.     Short  Metre. 
The  lame. 

1  POME,  all  harmonious  tongues, 

Your  nobleft  mufic  bring  .; 
'Tts  Chrili  the  everlafii-.g  God, 
And  Chrift  the  man,  we  fmg. 

2  Tell  how  he  took  our  flem, 

To  take  away  our  guilt ; 
Sing  the  dear  drops  of  {acred  blood 
Thathellifli  m«uifters  fpilt. 

3  [Alas  !  the  cruel  fcear 

Went  deep  into  his  fide,   . 
AivJ  the  rich  flood  of  purple  gore 
Their  murd'rons  weapons  dy'd.] 

4  [The  waves  of  fwe'Iling  grisf 

Did  o'er  his  bofom  roll, 
And  mountain:  of  almighty  wrath 
Lay  heavy  on  his  foul.] 

5  Down  to  the  {hades  of  death 

He  bow'tl  his  awful  head  ; 

Yet  he  arofe  to  liVe,  ar.v  reign 

When  death  itfelf  is  de3d. 

6  No  more  the  bloody  fpear, 

Thecrofs  and  nails  no  more  ; 
For  hell  itfelf  makes  at  his  name, 
And  all  the  heav'ns  adore. 

7  There  the  P.cdeemer  fits 

iiifcU  ou  the  Father's  throne. 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs.       165 

The  Father  lav  bis  vengeance  by, 
And  fmiles  upon  tifs  Son. 
8  There  his  full  glories  .Vine 
WitU  uncreated  rays, 
And  blefs  his  faints  and  angels  eyes 
Toeverlafting  days. 
HYMN   LXXXV.     Common  Metre. 
Sufficiency  of  pardon, 
i   WHY.does  your  face,  ye  humble  fouls, 
VV    Thofe  mournful  colours  wear  ! 
What  doubts  are  thefe  that  vrafte  your  With, 
And  nourifh  your  defpair  . 
2  What  though  your  numerous  fins  exceed 
The  ftars  that  811  the  Ikiesj 
And  aiming  at  the  eternal  throne, 
Like  pointed  mountains  rile. 
-  What  though  your  mighty  guilt  beyond 
°       The  wide  creation  iwell,  g 

And  has  itscurs'd  foundation  laid 
Low  as  the  deeps  of  hell.      , 
a  See  here  an  endlefs  ocean  flows 
Of  never-failing  grace  ; 
Behold  a  dying  Saviour's  veins 
The  facred  flood  mcreafe.. 

5  Itrifeshigh,  and  drowns  the  hills, 

Has  neither  too  re  nor  bound  ; 
Kow  if  we  fearch  to  find  our  fins, 
Our  fins  can  ne'er  be  found. 

6  Awake,  our  hearts,  adore  the  grace 
'    That  buries  all  her  faults, 

And  parAVicg  blood,  that  fweU    *")ve 
Our  follies  and  our  thoughts. 
.HYMN    LXXXVI.     Common  Metre- 
Freedom  from  fin  and  turfery,  in  hery, 
l    fjUR  iln',,  alas!   how  (irong  they  oc 
And  like  a  vv'ieut  fea, 


166  H  y  m-n-s    and         B.  It 

They  break  our  duty,  Lord,  to  thee, 
And  hurry  us  away.  ' 

2  The  waves  of  trouble,  how  they  rife  » 

How  loud  the  tempefts  roar  ' 
But  death  mall  land  our  weary  fouls 
Safe  on  the  heav'nly  fhqre. 

3  There    to  fulfil  his  fweet  commands, 

Our  fpeedy  feet  fhall  move  ; 
No  fin  /hall  ciog  our  winged  zeal 
Or  cool  our  burning  love. 

4  There  we  fhall  fit,  and  fing,  and  tell, 

The  wonders  of  his  grace, 
'Till  heav'nly  raptures  fire  our  hearts. 
And  ftnile  in  every  face. 

5  For  ever  his  dear  facred  name 

Shall  dwell  upon  our  tongue, 
And  Jefus  and  falvation  be 
The  clofe  of  ev'ry  fong. 
H  Y  M N  IXXXVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  divine gltries  above  cur  reafon. 

1  H0W  wond'rous  great !  how  glorious  bright 

Muft  our  Creator  be,- 
Who  dwells  amidft  the  dazzling  light 
Of  vail  infinity  ! 

2  Our  foaring  fpirits  upward  rife 

Tow'rd  the  celeflial  throne  : 
Fain  wouldwe  iee  the  b'eiTed  Three, 
And  the  almighty  One. 

3  Our  reafon  ihetches  all  its  wings, 

And  ciinibs  above  the  fkies  ; 

But  frill  hov/  far  beneath  thy  feet 

Our  grov'ling  reafon  lies  ! 

4  [Lord,  here  we  bend  our  humble  fouls, 

And -awfully  adore  : 
For  the  weak  piniens  of  our  mind, 
Can  ftretcb  a  thought  ho  more] 


B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.        167 

5  Thy  glories  infinitely  rife 

Above  our  labouring  tongue  ;. 
In  vain  the  higheft  feraph  tries. 
To  form  an  equal  fong. 

6  [In  humble  notes  our  faith  adores 

The  great  rayflerious  King  ; 
While  angels  ftrain  their  nobler  pow'rsy. 
And  fweep  th'immortal  firing.] 

HYMN   LXXXVUI;  .    Common  Metre, 
Salvation. 
I   gALVATION  !   Oh  the  joyful  found- 
'Tis  pleafure  to  onir  ears  ;. 
A  fovf reign  balm"  for  ev'ry  wouad, 
A  cbrdialfor  aer  fears. 
2.  Bnry'd  in  furrow  and  in  fin, 
At  hell's  dark  door  we  Tay  ; 
But  we  arifej  by  grace  divine3 
To  fet  a  heav'nly  day. 
3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 
The  fpacious  earth  around, 
While  ail  the  armies  of  the  Iky 
Confpire  to  raife/the  found. 

H  Y-MN'  LXXXIX.     Common  Metre,- 
Chrif.'s  viffcry  over  Satan.. 
I   JJOSANNA  to  our  conquering  King  ! 
The  Prince. of  darknefs  flies, 
His  troops  rufh  headlong  down  tohellj 
Like  lightning  from  the  ikies. 
X  There,  bound  in  chaias,  the  lions  roar> 
And  fright  the  refcu'd  fheep  ; 
But  heavy  bars  confine  their  po\»V 
And  malice  to  the  deep. 

3  Hofanna  to  our  conqa'ring  King, 
All  hail,  incarnate  love  ! 
Ten  thoufand  fongs  and  glories  wa>t 
To  crown  my  head  abo*e, 


j  68         Hymns    and  B.  II 

T  by  vicVries  and  thy  deathlefs  fame 
Thio'  the  wide  world  ihall  run; 
And  everlafting  ages  fing 

The  triumphs  thou  hail  won. 

HYMN  XC.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  in  Chrfft,  for  pardon  and  fan fiific.it  ion, 
i   J-^OW  fad  our  Irate  by  nature  is  ! 
Our  fin,  how  deep  it  ftains  ! 
And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fait  in  his  flavifn  chains. 

2  But  there's  a  voice  of  fov'reign  grace 
Sounds  from  the  lacved  word  ; 
*(  Ho  I  ye  defpairing  finners  come, 
"  And  truft  upon  the  Lord." 
g  My  foul  obeys  th*  almighty  call, 
And  runs  to  this  relief  ; 
I  would  believe  thy  promife,  Lord  ; 
Oh  !  help  my  unbelief 

4  [To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  1  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  warn  my  fpotted  foul 
From  crimes  of  deepeit  dye. 

5  Stretch  out  thine  arm,  vittorious  King, 

My  reigning  fins  fubdue  ; 
Drive  the  old  dragon  from  his  featj, 
With  all  his  hellifh  crew.] 

6  A  guilty,  weak,  and  hel pie fs  worm, 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  : 
Be  thou  my  ftrength  and  righteoufnefs, 
My  Jefus,  and  my  All. 
HYMN    XCI.     Common  Metre. 
Thz  glory  of  Chrifi  in  beavsn. 
I    QII,  the  delights,  the  heav'nly  joys, 
The  glories  of  the  place, 
Where  jefas  fceds  the  brighteft  beams 
Of  his  overflowing  grace! 


B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       169 

2  Sweet  majefty  and  awful  !cve, 

Sit  fmiling  on  his  brow, 
Asd  the  glorious  ranks  above: 
At  humble  caftan ce  I 

3  [Princes  to  his  imperial  name 

Bend  their  bright  fceptraes  down ; 
Dominions,  throne?,  and  pow'rs  rejoice 
To  fee  him  wear  the  crov.  p. 

4  Archangels  foimd  l:is  lefty  pr?.;:e 

Through  ev'ry  hear'nly  ureet, 
And  lav  their  bigheft  honors  down 
SubmifHve  at  his  feet.] 

5  Tliofe  feet,  th'pfe  bleiled  feet  of  hh 

That  once  race  iron  :o;e. 
High  on  a  throne'of. light  they  ftand, 
And  all  the  faints  adore. 

6  His  head,  the  dear  majeitic  head, 

That  cruel  thorns  did  wound, 
See  what  immortal  glories  Thine, 
And  circles  it  around  ! 

7  This  is  the  Mjn,  tl/  exalted  M'.r, 

Whom  we,   unieen,   adore  ; 
But  whe«  our  eyes  behold  his  face, 
Our  hearts  fhall  love  him  more. 

8  [Lord,    how  our  fouls  are  ail  on  fire 

To  fee  thy  bleJVd  abode  ; 
Our  tongues  rejoice  in  tunes-  of  praife 
To  our  incarnate  God  !] 

9  And  while  our  faith  enjoys  this  fight, 

We  long  to  leave  our  clay; 
And  wilh  thy  fiery  chariots,  Lord, 
To.  fetch  our  faiils  away. 

HYMN    XGII.     Common  Metre. 
The  church  favetfi,  and  her  ensv-iics  difihtiintgi, 
1   gHOUT  to  the  Lord,   and  let  oi.r  Joys 

Through  the  whole  nation  run  '  J± 


_ 

i7o  Hymns     and         B.  II. 

Ye  weftern  fkies  re  found  the  noife 
Beyond  the  rifing  fun. 

.  Thee,  mighty  God,  our  fouls  admire, 
Thee  our  glad  voices  fwg, 
And  join   with  the  celeftial  choir, 
To  praife  the  eternal  King. 

3  Thy  power  the  whole  creation  rules, 

And  on  the  fvarry  fkies 
Sits  fouling  at  the  weak  defigns 
Thine  envious  foes  devife. 

4  Thy  fcorn  derides  their  feeble  rage, 

And  with  an  awful  frown, 
Flings  vaft  confufion  on  their  plots, 
And  makes  their  Babel  down. 

5  [Their  fecret  fires  in  caverns  lay, 

And  we  the  facrifice; 
But  gloomy  caverns  (trove  in  vain 
To  Tcape  all-fearcbing  eyes. 

6  Their  dark  defigns  were  all  reveal'd, 

Their  t re a lb us  all  betrayed  ; 
Praife  to  the  Lord,  that  broke  the  fnare 
Their  curfed  hands  had  laid.] 

7  In  vain  the  bufy  fons  of  hell 

Still  new  rebeii'ions  try, 
Their  fpuis  fhall  pine  with  envious  rage, 
And  vex  away  and  die. 

8  Almighty  grace  defends  our  land 

From  their  malicious  pow'r; 
Then  let  us  with  united  longs 
Almighty  grace  adore. 

HYMN   XGfll.     Short  Metre. 
Cod  all,  and  in  all.     Pfal.  lxxiii.  25. 
j  Ti AY  God,  my  life,  my  love, 
iVi  To  thee,  to  thee  I  call 
I  cannot  live  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  All  in  Ml 


B.  IL     Spiritual  Songs. 

2  [Thy  mining  grace  can  cheer 

This  dungeon  where  I  dwell : 
'Tis  paradife  when  thou  art  here ; 
If   thou  depart 'tis  hell.] 

3  [The  fmilings  of  thy  face, 

How  amiable  they  are  ! 
'Tis  heaven  to  reft  in  thine  embrace  ; 
And  no  -where  elie  but  there.] 

4  [To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

The  angels  owe  their  blifs  ; 
They  fit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jefus  is.] 

5  [Not  all  the  harps  above 

Car.  make  a  heav'nly  place, 
If  God  his  refidence  remove 
Or  but  conceal  his  face.]  ' 

6  Nor  earth  nor  all  the  fky, 

Can  one  delight  afford  ; 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy 
Without  thy  prefence,  Lord. 

7  Thou  art  thefea  of  love, 

Where  all  my  pleafures  roll  ; 
The  circle  where  my  paffions  move, 
And  centre  oi\  my  foul. 

8  [To  thee  my  fpirits  fly 

With  infinite  defire  : 
And  yet,  how  far  from  thee  I  lie  ! 
Dear  Jefus  raife  me  higher.] 
HY.MNXCIV.     Common  Metre. 
God  my  only  hapfmefs.     Pfal.  Ixxiii.  25. 

1  ]y[Y  God,  my  portion,    and  my  love, 

Myeverlafling  All, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heav'n  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  [What  empty  things  are  all  the  fldes, 

And  this  inferior  clod  ! 


172  H   Y  M  N    s    and         B.  II. 

There's  nothing  here  deferres  ray  joys, 
There's  nothing  like  my  God. 

3  [In  vain  the  bright,   the  burning  fun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light  ; 
'Tis  thy  fweet  beams  create  my  noon  ; 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

4  And  whilft  upon  my  reftlefs  bed 

AmoYigft  the  lhades  I  roll, 
If  my  Redeemer  fnows  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  foul.] 

5  To  thee  we  owe  our  wealth,  and  friends, 

And  health,  and  fafe  abode  : 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  no*  my  God. 

6  How  vain  a  toy  is  glitt'ring  wealth, 

If  once  compar'd  to  thee  ? 
Or  what's  my  fafety,  or  my  health, 
Or  all  my  friends  to  me  r 

7  Were  I  poffeffor  of  the  earth, 

And  callM  the  ftars  mine  own  ; 
Without  thy  graces,  and  thyfelf, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone  : 

8  Let  others  ftretch  their  arms  like  feas, 

And  grafp  in  all  the  more, 
Grant  me  the  vifits  of  thy  face, 

And  I  defire  no  more. 
HYMN    XCV-     Common  Metre. 
Look  on  bim  -whom  they  pierced,  and  mourn. 

1  INFINITE  grief !  amazing  woe  *. 

Behold  my  bleeding  Lord  t 
Hell  and  the' Jews  confpir'd  his  death, 
And  us'd  the  Roman  fwoid. 

2  Oh,  the  fnarp  par.gs  of  fmarting  pain 

Mv  dear  Redeemer  bore  ; 
When  knotry  whips  and  ragged  thorns, 
His  facred  body  tore. 


Tl 
B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.        173 

3  But  knotty  whips,  and  ragged  thottis, 

In  vain  do  I  accuf'e  ; 
In  vain  1  blame  the  Roman  bands, 
And  the  more  fpiteful  Jews. 

4  'Twas  you,  my  fins,  my  cruel  fins, 

His  chief  tormentors  were  ; 
Each  of  my  crimes  became  a  nail, 
And  unbelief  the  fpear. 

5  'Twas  you  that  pull'd  the  vengeance  down 

Upon  his  guilflefs  head  ; 
Break,  break,  my  heart,  oh  burir,  mine  eyes, 

And  let  my  forrows  bleed. 
£  Strike,  niij*h  7  grace,  my  flinty  foul, 

'Till  nicking  waters  flow, 
And  deep  repentance  drown  mine  eves 

In  unduTembled  woe. 

HYMN  XCVI.     Common  Metre. 

DljlwgTiiJliinghve  ;     or.   Angels  pnn:Jbed,    and 
man  fuved. 

1  J)OWN  headlong  from  the  native  fkies, 

The  rebel. angels  fell, 
And  thunder-bolts  of  flaming  wrath 
Purfu'd  them  deep  to  hell. 

2  Down  from  the  top  of  earthly  blifs 

Rebellious  man  was  hurl'd  ; 
And  Jefus  ftoop'd  beneath  the  grave, 
To  reach  a  finking  world. 

3  Oh,  love  of  infinite  degree  ! 

Unmeafureable  grace  ! 
Muft  heav'ns*  eternal  Darling  die, 
To  fave  a  traitorous  race  \ 

4  Muft  angels  fink  for  ever  down, 

And  burn  in  quenchlefs  fire, 
While  God  forfakes  his  finning  throne, 
To  raiie  us,  wretches,  higher  ? 


174  H  Y  M  n  s    and  B.  II. 

5    Oh,  for  Ms  love,  let  earth  and  ikies 
With  Hallelujah's  ring, 
And  the  full  choir  of  human  tongues 
All  Hallelujah's  fmg. 

HYMN   XCVII.     Long  Metre. 
The  telle. 

1  ]7ROM  beav'n  the  finnir^  angels  fell, 

And  wrath  and  darkneis  cfcain'd  them  down; 
But  man,  vile  man,  forfook  his  blifs, 
And  mercy  lifts  him  to  a  crown. 

2  Amazing  work  of  fov'reign  grace, 
That  could  diftinguifh  rebels  fo  ! 
Our  guilty  treafons  call'd  aloud 
For  everlafting  fetters  too. 

3  To  thee,  to  thee,  almighty  love, 
Our  fouls,  ourfelves,  our  all,  we  pay ; 
Millions  of  tongues  fliall  found  thy  praife 
On  the  bright  hills  of  heav'nly  day. 

HYMN  XCVIII.     Common  Metre. 

Uardnefs  of  heart  complained  of. 
j   -jytY  heart,  how  dreadful  hard  it  is  ! 
How  heavy  here  it  lies  ; 
Heavy  and  cold  within  my  bread, 
Jaft  like  a  rock  of  ice  ! 

2  Sin,  like  a  raging  tyrant,  fits 

Upon  this  flinty  throne, 
And  ev'ry  grace  lies  bury'd  deep 
Beneath  this  heart  of  {tone. 

3  How  feidom  do  I  rife  to  God, 

Or  tafte  the  joys  above  ? 
This  mountain  preiTes  down  my  faith, 
And  chills  my  flaming  love. 

4  When  fmiling  mercy  courts  my  foul 

With  all  i;s  heay'nly  charms, 




B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs.       i 

Tbis  ftubborn,  thi^  refentlefs 'thing, 
Would  thru  it  it  from  my  arms. 

5  Againft  the  thunders  of  thy  word 

Rebellious  I  have  flood  ; 
My  hearty  it  fhakes  not  at  the  wrath 
And  terrors  of  a  God. 

6  Dear  Saviour,  fteep  tliis  rock  of  mine 

In  thine  own  crimfon  fc?a  ! 
Kone  bat  a  bath  of  blood  divine 
Could  melt  the  flint  away. 

HYMN    XCIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  book  cf  God's  decrees. 

1  TET  the  whole  race  of  creatures  lie 

Abas'd  before  their  God  ; 
Whatever  his  fov'reign  voice  has  form'd, 
He  governs  with  a  nod. 

2  Ten  thonfand  ages,  ere  the  flues 

Were  into  motion  brought, 
All  the  long  years  and  worlds  to  come 
Stood  pre  fen  t  to  his  thought. 

3  There's  not  a  lparrow,  or  a  worm, 

But's  found  jo  his  decrees  ; 
He  raifes  monarchs  to  their  thrones,    " 
And  fink?  them  as  he  pleafe.J 

4  If  light  attends  the  conrfe  I  run, 

'Tis  he  provides  thofe  rays ; 
And  'ti*  bis  hand  that  hides  my  fun, 
If  darknefs  cloud  my  days. 

5  Yet  I  could  not  be  much  corcern'd, 

Nor  vainly  long  to  fee 
The  volumes  of  his  deep  decree^ 
What  months  are  writ  for  me. 

6  When  he  reveals  the  book  of  life, 

Oh,  may  I  read  my  name 
Amongft  the  chofen  of  his  love 
The  foliVers  of  the  l.un\b. 


6  Hymns    and 


B.  II, 


HYMN    C.     Long  Metre. 

The  prcfence  of  Chriji  the  Itfe  of  m-,  foul. 

1  HOV/  ful1  of  anguifli  is  the  thought', 

How  it  difrratfs  and  tears  my  heart 
IfGodatlaft,  ray  fov'reign  Judge,  ' 
Should  frown,  and  bid  my  foul,  Depart! 

2  Lord,  when  I  quit  this  earthly  ft  age, 
Where  /hall  I  fly,   but  to  thy  breaftT 
For  I  have  fought  no  other  home  : 
For  I  have  learn'd  no  other  re  it. 

3  I  c?.rmot  live  contented  here, 
Without  fome  glimpfes  of  thy  face; 
And  heav'n  without  thy  prefence  there 
Would  be  a  dark  and  tirefome  place. 

A  When  earthly  care;  engrofs  the  day, 
And  hold  my  thoughts  afide  from  tbee, 
The  mining  hours  of  cheerful  light 
Are  long  and  tedious  years  to  me. 

5  And  if  no  ev'ning  vifits  paid 
Between  my  Saviour  and  my  foul, 
How  dull  the  night  !  how  fad  the  (hade  ! 
How  mournfully  the  minutes  roll! 

6  This  Sefh  of  mine,   might  learn  aifoon 
To  live,  yet  part  with  all  my  blood  ; 
To  breathe,   when  vital  air  is  gone, 
Or  thrive  and  grow  without  my  food. 

7  [Chrilr.  is  my  light,  my  life,  ray  care, 
My  bleffcd  hope,  my  heav'nly  prize  ; 
Dearer  than  all  ray  paffions  are, 

My  limbs,   my  bowels,  or  my  eyes. 
$  The  firings  that  twine  about  my  heart, 

Tortures  and  racks  may  tear  them  off; 

But  they  can  ne*er,  never  part 

With  their  dsar  hold  of  Chriit.  my  love.] 
y   [My  God  !  and  can  a  humble  child. 

That  loves  thee  with  a  flame  fo  high, 


B-  XT.      Spiritual  Songs.        177 

Be  ever  from  thy  face  exij-'d, 
Without  the  pity  of  thine  eye? 

10  Impttflibte  ! For  thine  own  hards 

Have  ly'd  mv  heart  fo  fait  to  thee, 
And  in  thy  book  the  promife  ftands, 
That  where  thou  art  thy  friends  mu{l  be.] 
HYMN    CI.     Common  Metre. 
The  -a-orlc.'s  three  chief  temptations . 
1    \7yrHEN  in  the  fight  of  faith  divine 
We  look  0:1  things  below, 
Honour,   and  gold,   and  feudal  joy, 
How  vain  and  dangerous  too. 
2.  [Honour's  a  pufTcf  noify  breath; 
Yet  men  expofe  their  blood, 
Ar.d  venture  everlafiing  death, 
To  gain  that  airy  good. 

3  While  others  frarve  tne  nobler  mind, 

And  feed  on  (Lining  duft, 
They  rob  the  ferpent  of  his  food, 
T;  indulge  a  iordid  iuft.] 

4  The  pleafures  that  allure  our  fenfe 

Are  dang'rous  fnares  to  fouls  ; 
There's  but  a  crop  of  fiatt'ring  fvveet, 
And  dafh'd  with  bitter  bowls. 

5  God  is  my  al!-fufficient  good, 

My  portion  and  stty  choice, 

In  him  my  vaft  defires  are  {>Y.'d, 

And  all  my  pow'rs  rejoice. 

0  In  vain  the  world  acccfls  my  ear? 

And  tempts  my  heart  anew; 
Lcannot  buy  your  biifs  fo  dear,. 
Nor  part  with  heaven  for  you. 

HYMN    CII.     Long  Metre,. 
A  hippy  refurreftion. 

1  J^O,  Til  repine  at  death  no  more, 

But.  with  a-cheerful  gafp  refign  H:  ^ 


'l~7*  H  y  m  n  s     and         B.  II, 

To  the  colJ  dungeon  of  the  grave 
Thefe  dying,  with'ring  limbs  of  mine. 

2  Let  worms  devour  my  wafting  flefli 
And  crumble  all  my  hopes  to  dufh 
My  God  (hall  raife  my  frame  anew, 
At  the  revival  of  the  juft. 

3  Break,  facred  morning,  through  the  fkies 
Bring  that  delightful,  dreadful' day  ;  ' 
Cut  fhort  the  hours,  dear  Lord,  and  come.; 
Thy  ling  ring  wheels,  how  long  they  ftay. 

4  [Our  wearied  fpirits  faint  to  fee 
The  light  of  thy  returning  face, 
.And  hear  the  language  of  thofe  lips 
Where  God  has  fiied  his  richeft  grace.!} 

5  [Hafte  then,  upon  the  wings  of  love, 
Roufe  all  the  pious  fleeping  clav, 
That  we  may  join  in  heav'nly  joys, 
And  fing  the  triumph  of  the  day.] 

HYMN   CIII.     Common  Metre. 
Cbriji's  comm'tjfion.     John  iii.    16,17. 

1  COME,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God, 

With  new  melodious  fongs; 
Come,  tender  to  almighty  grace 
The  tribute  of  your  tongues. 

2  So  ftrange,  f»  boundlefs  was  the  Isve 

That  pity'd  dying  men, 
The  Father  feet  his  equal  Son 
To  give  them  life  again. 

3  Thy  hands,  dear  Jetfus,  were  not  arm'd 

With  a  revenging  red, 
No  hard  commiflion  to  perform 
The  vengeance  of  a  God  ; 

4  But  all  was  mercy,  all  was  mild, 

And  wrath  forfook  the  throne, 
When  Chrifl:  on  the  kind  errand  carriffj 
-And  brought  falvatien  down. 


B-  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       179 

5  Here,  Tinners,  you  may  heal  your  wounds,. 

And  wipe  your  farrows  dry  ; 
Truft  in  the  mighty  Saviour's  name, 
And  you  (hall  never  die. 

6  See,  deareft  Lord,  our  willing  foul* 

Accept  thine  ofFer'd  grace  ; 
We  blefs  the  great  Redeemer's  love, 
And  give  the  Father  praife. 

HYMN    CIV.     Short  Metre, 
The  fame. 

1  "D  AISE  your  triumphant  fongs 

To  an  immortal  tune, 
Let  the  wide  earth  refound  the  deeds- 
Celeftial  grace  has  done. 

2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  beloved  chofe, 
And  bid  him  raife  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyfs  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  brars, 

Nor  terror  clothes  his  brow  ; 
Mo  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  fouls     • 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  £li'd  the  throne, 

And  wrath  uood  filent  by, 
When  Chrift  was  fent  with  pardons  dcwa 
To  rebels  doora'd  to  die. 

5  Now  fmners,  dry  your  tears, 

Let  bopelefs  forrow  ceafe  ; 

Bow  to  the  iceptre  of  his  love, 

And  take  the  oSer'd  peace. 

6  Lord,  we  obey  thy  call ; 

We  lay  an  humble  claim 
To  the  falvation  thou  bait  bougbtj 
And  Jove  an  J  pvaife  thy  name* 


l3°  H  y  m  n  s    and         B-  II. 

HYMN  CV.     Common  Metr.. 

Repentance  f.owing  from  the  patievce  of  God, 
I  AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  > 
And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 

Tisboundlefs,' 'tis  amazing  love 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell ! 

-2  The  burden  of  oar  weighty  guilt 
Would  fink  us  down  to  flames, 
And  threatening  vengeance  rolls  above 
To  crufh  our  feeble  frames. 
3   Almighty  goodnefs  cries— Forbear  ! 
And  ftrait  the  thunder  flays  ; 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 
4  Lord,  we  have  long  abus'd  thy  love, 
Too  long  indulged  our  fin, 
Our  aching  hearts  e'en  bleed  to  fee 

What  rebels  we  have  been. 
No  more,  ye  lulls,  mail  ye  command, 

No  more  will  we  obey  ; 
"Stretch  out,  O  God,   thy  conquVmg  hand, 
And  drive  thy  foes  away. 

HYMN    CVT.     Common  Metre. 
Repentance  at  the  crofs. 
•I  QH,  if  my  foul  was  form'd  for  woe, 
How  mould  I  vent  my  fighs  ! 
Repentance  mould  like  rivers  flow, 
From  both  my  streaming  eye1?, 
a    'Twas  for  my  fins  my  dearefl  Lord 
Hung  on  the  curled  tree, 
And  groaja'd  away  a  dying  life 
For  thee,  my  foul,  for  thee. 
3  Oh,  how  I  hate  thofe  lulls  of  mine 
That  crucify'd  my  God, 
Thofe  fins  that  piere'd  and  nail'd  his  fleih 
Faft  to  the  fatal  wood. 


B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       181 

f4  Yes,  my  Redeemer,  they  fhall  die, 
My  heart  ha?  To  decreed  ; 
Nor  will  I  fpare  the  guilty  things 
That  ftiade  my  Saviour  bieed. 
5  Whilfir,  with  a  melting  broken  heart, 
My  murder'd  Lard  I  view, 
I'll  raife  revenge  againft  my  fins, 
And  flay  the  murd'rers  too. 

HYMN    CVII.     Common  Metre. 
The  everU(t:iigdfence  of  God  intolerable. 

1  THAT  awful  day  muft  come, 

Th'  appointed  hour  makes  hade, 
When  I  muft  hand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pafs  the  folemn  teft. 

2  Thou  lovely  chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  fov'reign  of  ray  heart, 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  found,  Depart  i 

3  The  thunder  of  that  difmal  word 

Would  fo  torment  mine  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  foul  afunder,  Lord, 
With  molt  tormenting  fear. 

4  [What !    to  be  banifrYd  for  my  life, 

And  yet  forbid  to  die  I 
To  linger  in  eternal  pain, 
Yet  death  for  ever  fly  ?] 

5  Oh,  wretched  ftate  of  deep  defpair, 

To  fee  my  God  remove, 
And  fix  my  doleful  {ration  where 
I  muft  not  tafte  his  love  I 

6  Jefus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breaft  ; 
Without  agracioos  fmile  from  thee 
My  fpirit  cannot  reft. 

7  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  werthlefs  name 

Is  graven  on  thy  hands, 


iSi  Hymns  and  B.  II 

Show  me  fame  promife  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  falvation  (lands. 
2  [Give  me  one  kind  afTuring  word, 
To  fink  my  fears  again, 
And  cheerfully  my  foul  mall  wait 
Her  three  fcore  years  and  ten.] 
HYMN    CVIU.     Common  Metre. 
Ace  eft  to  the  throne  of  grace  by  a  Mediator. 

1  £OME  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 

Up  to  the  courts  above, 
Andfmiie  to  fee  our  Father  there 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Once 'twas  a  feat  of  dreadful  wrath, 

And  (hot  devouring  fiame  ; 
Our  God  appeared  confuming  fire, 
And  vengeance  was  his  name. 

3  Rich  were  the  drops  of  Jems'  blood 

That  calm' J  his  frowning  face, 
That  fprinkled  o'er  the  burning  thrpne, 
And  turn'd  the  wrath  to  grace. 

4  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  f«et 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fi'ry  cherub  guards  his  (eat, 
Nor  double  flaming  (word. 

5  The  peaceful  gates  of  heav'nly  blifs 

Ave  open'd  by  the  Son  ; 
High  let  us  raifc  our  notes  of  praife, 
And  reach  th'  almighty  throne. 

6  To  thee,  ten  thoufand  thanks  we  bring. 

Great  Advocate  on  high  ; 
And  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 
That  lays  his  fury  by. 

HYMN    CIX.     Long  Metre. 
The  darknefi  of  providence. 
I  LOR.D,  we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns, 
Th*  obfeure  abyfs  9?  providence, 


B.  II.      Spiritual  boNCs.      153 

Too  deep  to  found  with  mortal  iines, 
Too  dark  to  view  with  feeble  fenle. 
it  Now  thou  array'ft  thine  awful  face 
In  angry  frowns,  without  a  Anile  : 
We,  through  the  cloud,  believe  thy  grace, 
Secure  of  thy  companion  frill. 

3  Through  Teas  and  ftorms  of  deep  diftrefs 
We  fail,  by  faith,  and  not  by  fight  ; 
Faith  guides  us  in  the  wildernefs, 
ThroJgh  all  the  briars  and  the  night. 

4  Dear  Father,  if  thy  lifted  rod 
Refolve  to  fcourge  us  here  be!ow», 
Still  we  muft  lean  upon  our  God, 
Thine  arm  (hall  bear  us  fafely  through. 

•    HYMN   CX.     Short  Metre. 

Triumph  over  death  Jn  the  hope  of  the  rejurretfhn* 

1  AND  fnuft  this  body  die  \ 

This  mortal  frame  decay  ? 
And  muft  thefe  active  limbs  of  mine 
Lie  mould'ring  in  the  clay  ? 

2  Corruption,  earth,  and  worms, 

Shall  but  refine  this  flefh, 
'Till  my  triumphant  fpirit  comes, 
To  put  it  on  afrefh. 

3  God  my  Redeemer  lives, 

And  often  from  the  ikies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my   duft, 
'Till  he  mall  bid  it  rife. 

4  Array'd  in  glorious  grace, 

Shall  thefe  vile  bodies  fhine, 
And  ev'ry  fhape,  and  ev'ry  face, 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

5  Tfiefe  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jefus'  dying  love  ; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below; 
And  fmg  bis  pow'r  abov*. 


"i"&f '         H'  y  M  N   s    and  B.  II. 

6  Dear  Lord,  accept  the  praife 
Of  thefe  our  humble  fongs 
Till  tunes  cf  nobler  foundM'e  raire 
With  our  immortal  tongues. 

HYMN    CXf.     Common  Metre 

Tbc.?;kj giving   for    vigors  •     or     a»A>      ,       ■    ■ 

and  oar  deliverance. 
I    ZI0N^J"ice,  andJudahHre, 

I  he  Lord  aiTumes  his  throne  • 
Come,  let  us  own  the  heav'nlv  Kinr 
Anj  make  his  glories  known. 
2-  The  grear,   the  wicked     and  the  proud 
From  their  high  feats  are  hurfd  •      ' 
Jehovah  rides  upon  a  cloud, 

And  thunders  through  the  world.       ■ 
3:  Ke  reigns  upon  th/  eternal  hills 
Diftributes  mortal  crowns  • 
Empires  are  fix'd  beneath  his  (miles, 
And  totter  at  his  frowns. 

4  Navies,   that  rule  the  ocean  wide, 

Are  vanquiih'd  b/ his  breath 
And  legions,  arm'd  with  pow'r'and  pride, 
Defcend  to  wat'ry  death. 

5  Let  tyrants  make  no  more  pretence 

To  vex  our  happy  land  ; 
Jehovah's  name  is  our  defence  ;  J 

Our  buckler  i    his  hand; 

H  Y  M  N    GXIt.     Long  Metre* 
Angels  miniflering  to  Cbrifl  and  faints. 

1  QREAT  God  !   to  what  a  glorious  height- 

Haft  thou  advanced  the  Lord,  thy  Son  '3 
Angels,   in  all  their  robes  of  light,     ' 
Are  made  the  fervants  of  his  throne. 

2  Before  his  feet  thine  armies  wait, 
And  fwift  as  flames  of  fire  they  move,. 


I  II.     Spiritual  Songs.        1S5 

To  manage  bis  affairs  of  (late, 

In  works  of  vengeance  aod  of  love. 

His  orders  run  through  all  the  hofts, 

I  egioos  defcend  at  his  command, 

To  fhield  and  guard  our  native  coafts, 

When  foreign  rage  invades  our  land. 

Now  tbey  are  feat  to  guide  our  feet 

Up  to  the  ffates  of  thine  abode, 

Through  all  the  dangers  that  we  meet 

In  travelling  the  beav'nly  road. 

Lord,  when  I  leave  this  mortal  ground, 

And  thou  (halt  bid  me  rife,   and  come, 

Send  a  beloved  angel  do>*B, 

Safe  to  conduct  my  fpirit  home. 

HYMN    CXIIL     Common  Metre. 
The  fame. 
.THE  majsfty  of  Solomon, 
H-iw  glorious  to  behold 
The  fervants  waiting  round  his  throne, 
The  iVry  and  the  gold  ! 
1  But,  mighty  God  !  thy  palace  mines 
With  far  fuperior  beams  ; 
Thine  angel  guards  are  fwift  as  winds, 

Thy  mfnifters  are  flames, 
[Soon  as  thine  only  Son  bad  made 
!      His  entrance  on  the  earth, 
A  mining  army  downward  fled, 

To  celebrate  his  birth. 
And,  when  opprefs'd  with  pains  and  fears, 

On  the  cold  ground  he  lies, 
Behold  a  heav'nly  form  appears, 

T'  allay  his  agonies.] 
Now  to  the  hands  of  Chrifr,  our  King,  . 

Are  all  their  legions  giv'n  : 
They  wait  upon  his  faints,  and  bring 
HU  cuofen  heirs  to  heav'a. 


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i86  H  y  m  n  s    and         B.  ] 

6  Pleafure  and  praife  run  thro'  their  hoft 

To  fee  a  /inner  turn  ;  ' 

That  Satan  has  a  captive  loft 
And  Chrift  a  fubjeft  born.   ' 

7  But  there's  an  hour  of  brighter  joy, 

When  he  his  angels  fends 
Obftinate  rebels  to  deftroy 
And  gather  in  his  friends. 

8  Oh  !   could  I  fay  without  a  doubt, 

There  fhall  my  foul  be  found, 
Then  let  the  great  archangel  ftiour, 
And  the  laft  trumpet  found. 

HYMN   CXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Chris's  death,   victory,  and  dominion. 

1  J  SING  my  Saviour's  wond'rous  death  ; 

He  conquer'd  when  be  fell  : 
'Tis  finijh'd  !  faid  his  dyir^  breath, 
And  fhook  the  gates  of  hell. 

2  Tis  finijh'dl   our  Immanuel  cries, 

The  dreadful  work  is  done; 
Hence  fhall  his  fov'reign  throne  aiife. 
His  kingdom  is  begun. 

3  His  crofs  a  fire  foundation  laid 

For  glory  and  renown, 
When  through  the  regions  of  the  dead 
He  pafs'd  to  reach  the  crown. 

4  Exalted  at  his  Father's  fide 

Sits  our  victorious  Lord  ; 
To  heav'n  and  hell  his  hands  div;d2 
The  vengeance  or  reward. 

5  The  faints  from  his  propitious  eye 

Await  their  fevera!  crowns, 
And  all  the  fons  of  darknefs  fly 
The  terror  of  his  frowns. 


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HYMN   CXV.     Common  Metre. 
9d  the  avenger  of  bis  faints ;  or,  Kis  kingdom 

fupreme. 
J-JIGH  as  the  heav'ns  above  the  ground, 

Reigns  the  Creator,   G&d  ; 
Wide  as  the  whole  creation's  bound, 

Extends  bis  awful  rod. 
Let  princes  of  exalted  ftate 

To  him  afcribe  their  crown, 
Render  their  homage  at  his  feet, 

And  caft  their  glories  down. 
Know  that  his  kingdom  is  fupreme, 

Your  lofty  thoughts  are  vain  ; 
He  calls  you  gods,  that  awful  name, 
But  ye  rnuft  die  like  men. 
\  Then  let  the  fov'reigns  of  the  globe 
Not  dare  to'vex  the  juft  ; 
He  puts  on  vengeance  like  a  robe, 
And  treads  the  worms  to  dutt. 
5  Ye  judges  of  the  earth  be  wife, 
And  think  of  heav'n  with  fear  ; 
The  meaneft  faint  that  you  defpife 
Has  an  avenger  there. 

HYMN   CXVI.    Common  Metre. 

Mercies  end  thanks, 

1  J-JOW  can  I  fink  with  fuch  a  prop 

As  my  eternal  God, 
Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up, 
And  fpreads  the  heav'ns  abroad  ? 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jefus  lives, 

Who  rofe  and  left  the  dead  ; 
Pardon  and  grace  my  foul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  head. 
I  All  that  1  am,  and  all  I  have, 
Shall  be  for  ever  thine  ! 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  refign. 


1 83         Hymns    and  B.  U. 

4  Y~>t  if  I  iftigbt  make  fome  refer  ve, 
And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  fo  great, 
That  I  mould  give  him  all. 

HYMN    CXVII.     Long  Metre. 

Living  and  dying,   -with  God  prefent. 

I  I  CANNOT  bear  tbine  abfence,  Lord 

My  life  expires  if  thou  depart ; 

Be  thou,  my  heart,  frill  near  my  God, 

And  thou,   my  God,    be  near  my  heart. 

2  I  was  not  born  for  earth  or  fin, 
Nor  can  I  live  on  things  fo  vile  ; 
Yet  I  will  ftay  my  Father's  time, 
And  hope,  and  wait  for  heav'n  awhile. 

3  Then,  deareft  Lord,  in  thine  embrace 
Let  me  reiign  my  fleeting  breath, 
And  with  a  fmile  upon  my  face, 
Pafs  the  important  hour  of  death. 

HYMN    CXVIII.     Long  Metre. 

The  pri eft-hood  of  Cbrift. 

i   gLOOD  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  foies  • 

Revenge!  the  blood  of  Abel  cries;     ' 

But  the  dear  ftream,  when  Chrifr  was  flain 

Speaks  peace  as  loud  from  ev'ry  vein.  ' 

2  Pardon  and  peace  from  God  on  high  • 
Behold,  he  lays  his  vengeance  by; 
And  rebels  that  deferve  the  fword 
Become  the  fav'rites  of  the  Lord/ 

3  To  Jefus  let  our  praifes  rife, 
Who  gave  his  life  a  facrifice  : 
Now  he  appears  before  his  God, 
And,  for  our  pardon,  pleads  his  blood. 

HYMN   CXIX.     Common  Metre. 

The  holy  fcriptures. 
I  L-^EN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord, 


\.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.        189 

And  not  a  glimpfe  of  hope  appears, 

But  in  thy  written  word- 
The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Doth  all  mv  grief  afluage  : 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
Almoft  in  ev'ry  page. 
I  ("This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 
The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wife 
Yvrho  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 
I  Here  confecrated  water  flows 
To  quench  my  thirft  of  I'm  ; 
Here  the  fair  tree  of  knowledge  grows, 
No  danger  dwells  therein.] 

5  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  ftrife, 

Where  wit  and  reaibn  fail  ; 
My  gwde  to  everlafting  life, 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

6  Oh!  may  thy  ccunfe!?,  mighty  God, 

My  roving  feet  command  ! 
Nor  Iforfake  the  happy  road 
That  leads  to  thy  right  hand. 

HYMN    CXX.     Short  Metre. 

The  law  andgofpe!  joined  inferipturc. 

1  'THE  Lord  declares  his  will, 

And  keeps  the  world  in  awe  ; 
Amidft  the  frnoke  on  Sinai's  hill, 
Breaks  out  his  fi'ry  law. 

2  The  Lord  reveals  his  face, 

And,  ftniling  from  above, 
Sends  down  the  gofpe!  of  his  grace, 
Th'  epiftles  of  his  love. 

3  Thefe  facred  words  impart 

Our  Maker's  j  nit  commands ; 
The  pity  of  his  melting  heart, 
And  vengeance  ci  Lis  hands. 


19°  Hymns    and         B.  II. 

4  [Hence  we  awake  our  fear, 

We  draw  our  comfort  hence  ; 
The  arms  of  grace  are  tresdur'd  here 
And  armour  of  defence. 

5  We  learn  Chrift  crucify'd, 

And  here  behold  his  blood  ; 
AH  arts  and  knowledges'  befide 
Will  do  its  little  good.] 

6  We  read  the  heaVWly  word, 

We  take  the  offei'd  grace, 
Obey  the  ftatutes  of  the  Lord, 
And  truft  his  promifes. 

7  In  vain  (hall  Satan  rage 

Ag^inft  a  book  divine, 
Where  wrath  and  lightning  guard  the  pa^e 
Where  beams  of  mercy  mine.  ' 

HYMN    CXXI.     Long  Metre. 
The  hw  and  gofpeJ  difiinguijbed. 
i  T/HE  law  commands,  and  makes  us  knoar 
What  duties  to  our  God  we  owe  ; 
But 'tis  the  gofpel  mnft  reveal 
Where  lies  our  ftrength  to  do  his  will. 

2  The  law  discovers  guilt  and  fin, 

And  fhows  how  vile  our  hearts  have  been  * 
Only  the  gofpel  can  exprefs 
Forgiving  love,  and  cleanfing  grace. 

3  What  curfes  doth  the  law  denounce 
Againft  the  man  that  fails  but  once? 
But  in  the  gofpel  Chrift  appears, 
Pard'ning  the  guilt  of  numerous  years. 

4  My  foul,  no  more  attempt  to  draw 
Thy  life  and  comfort  from  the  law, 
Fly  to  the  hope  the  gofpel  gives  j 

The  man  that  trufts  the  promife,  lives* 
HYMN    CXXII.     Long  Metre. 
Retirement  and  meditation. 
I   ^/[Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 

A  ftr anger  to  myfelf  and  thee  ; 


HI.      Spiritual  Songs.       191 

Ithidft  a  thoufand  thoughts  I  rove, 

Forgetful  of  my  higheft  love. 

Why  mould  my  pafllons  mix  with  earth, 

And  thus  debate  my  heav'nly  birth  ? 

Why  mould  I  cleave  to  things  belew, 

And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  I 

Call  me  away  from  flefti  and  fenfe, 

One  fov'reign  word  can  draw  me  thence  ; 

I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 

And  all  inferior  joys  refign. 

Be  earth  with  aH  her  fcenes  withdrawn  ; 

Let  noife  and  vanity  begone  : 

In  fecret  filence  of  the  mind 

My  heav'n,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

HYMN    CXXIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  benefit  of  public  ordinances. 
A  WAY  from  ev'ry  mortal  care, 

Away  from  earth  our  fouls  retreat  \. 
We  leave  this  v/orthlefg  world  afar, 
And  wait  and  worfhip  near  thy  feat. 
Lord,  in  the  temple  of  thy  grace 
We  fee  thy  feet,  and  we  adore; 
We  gaze  upon  tby  lovely  face, 
And  learn  the  wonders  of  thy  pow'r. 
While  here  our  various  wants  we  mourn^ 
United  groans  afcend  on  high  ; 
And  prayers  produce  a  quick  return 
Of  bleffings  in  variety. 
Tf  Satan  rage,  and  fin  grow  ftrong, 
Mere  we  receive  fome  cheering  word; 
We  gird  the  gofpel  armour  on, 
To  fight  the  battles  of  the  Lord. 
Or  if  our  fpirit  faint  and  dies, 
(Our  confcience  gall'd  with  inward  flings,) 
Here  doth  the  righteous  fun  arife, 
With  hsalirsg  beams  beneath  bis  wings, 


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6  Father,  my  foul  would  ftill  abide 
'Within  thy  temple,  near  thy  fide  : 
But  if  my  feet  muft  hence  depart, 
Still  keep  thy  dwelling  in  my  heart. 

HYMN   CXXIV.     Common  Metre. 

Mofes,   Aaron,  and  Jojbua. 
I   'T^S  not  the  law  of  ten  commands, 
On  holy  Sinai  giv'n, 
Or  fent  to  men  by  Mofes'  hands, 
Can  bring  us  fafe  to  heav'n. 

2  'Tis  not  the  blood  which  Aaron  fpilt, 

Nor  fmoke  of  fweeteft  fmell, 

Can  buy  a  pardon  for  our  guilt 

Or  fave  our  fouls  from  hell. 

3  Aaron  the  prieft  refigns  his  breath, 

At  God's  immediate  will, 
And  in  the  defart  yields  to  death, 
Upon  th'  appointed  hill. 

4  And  thus  on  Jordan's  yonder  fide 

The  tribes  of  Ifrael  ftand, 
While  Motes  bow'd  his  head  and  dy'd 
Short  of  the  promis'd  land. 

5  Ifrael  rejoice,  now  Jofhud*  leads, 

He'll  bring  your  tribes  to  reft  ; 
So  far  the  Saviour's  name  exceeds 
The  ruler  and  the  prieft. 

HYMN   CXXV.     Long  Metre. 
Faith  and  rcpentar.ee,  unbelief  'and  impenitence. 
1    J^I^E  and  immortal  joys  are  g}\'n 

To  fouls  that  mourn  the  fins  they've  donej 
Children  of  wrath  made  heirs  of  heav'n, 
By  faith  in  God's  eternal  Son. 


•  Jojhua  the  fame  tvithjefus,  and  fgnijies 
Saviour, 


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1  Woe  to  the  wretch  that  never  feJt 

The  inward  pangs  of  pious  grief, 

But  adds  to  all  his  crying  guilt 

The  ftubborn  iin  of  unbelief. 
$  The  law  condemns  the  rebel  dead, 

Under  the  wrath  cf  Gcd  he  lies  : 

He  feals  the  curfe  on  his  own  head, 

And  with  a  double  vengeance  dies- 

HYMN    CXXVL     Common  Metre. 

God  glorified  in  the  gofp<]. 
1  "yHE  Lord,  defcending  from  above, 
Invites  his  children  near  ; 
While  pow'r  and  truth,  and  boundlefs  love, 
Difplay  their  glories  here. 

>  Here,  in  the  gofpePs  wond'rous  frame, 
Frefn  wifdom  we  puvfue  ; 
A  thoufand  angels  learn  thy  name, 
Beyond  wharefer  they  knew. 

i  Thy  name  is  writ  in  faireft  lines, 
Thy  wonders  h.ere  we  trace; 
Wifdom  thro'  all  the  rnyfl'ry  mines, 
And  mines  in  Jefus'  face. 

[  The  law  its  b?ft  obedience  owes 

To  our  incarnate  Gcd  ; 
And  thy  revenging  jniiice  Slows 

Its  honors  in  his  bleed. 
But  dill  the  iuftre  of  thy  grace 

Our  warmer  thoughts  employs, 
Gilds  the  whole  fee  Be  with  brighter  rays, 

And  more  exalts  our  joys. 

HYMN    CXXVil.     Long  Metre. 

Circumcifion  and  baptifm. 

Written  whj for  th'cfc  nho praftife  the  leptifm 

of  infants,) 

yHUS  did  the  foas  of  Abrah'm  pafs 

Ur.der  the  bloody  feal  gf  g-ace  j  I 


W  H  y  m .N  s    and       B.  II J 

The  young  difpiples  bore  the  voke, 
'Till  Chriil  the  painful  bondage  broke. 

2  By  milder  ways  cloth  Jefus  prove 
jits  Father's  covenant  and  his  love  ;. 
He  feals  to  fants  his  glorious  grace, 
Nor  does  forbid  theirlnfant  race. 

3  Their  feed  is  fprinkled  with  his  blood,, 
Their  children  fet  apart  for  God  ; 
Jlh  Spirit  on  their  offspring  fried, 
Like  water  pour'd  upon  the  head. 

4  Let  ev'ry  faint,  with  cheerful  voice, 
In  this  large  covenant  rejoice  ; 
Young  children  in  their  early  days. 
Shall  give  the  God  of  Abrah'm  praife. 

HYMN   CXXVIII.     Common  Metre.- - 
Corrupt  nature  from  Adam, 
i   gLESS'D.with  the  joys  of  innocence, 
Adam,  our  fsther,.  flood, 
'Till  he  debas'd  his  foul  to  fenfe, 
And  eat  th'  unlawful  food. 
2  Now  we  arc  born  a  fenfual  race, 
To  finful  joys  inclined  ; 
Heafon  has  loft  its  native  place 
And  fiefh  inflaves  the  mind. 

B  While  flefh  and  fenfe,  and  pafuon  reignsr 
Sin  is  the  fweeteft  good  : 
We  fancy  mufic  in  our  chains, 
Andfo  forget  the  load. 

4  Great  God  !   renew  our  ruin'd  frame, 

Oar  broken  pow'rs  reftore, 
Jnfpire  us  with  a  heav'nly  flame, 
And  fie  fa  mail  reign  no  more. 

5  Eternal  Spirit  !  write  thy  law, 

Upon  our  inward  parts, 
And  let  the  fecond  Adam  draw 
His  image  on  our  hearts. 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Song  s.        15 

HYMN    CXXIX.     Long  Metre. 
We  ivalk  l>y  faith,   not  hy  fight. 

1  >  "T1S  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  thro'  defartS  dark  as  night  ; 
'Till  we  arrive  at  heav'n,  our  home. 
Faith  is  our  guide,    and  faith  our  light. 

2  The  want  of  fight  me  well  fupplies, 
She  makes  the  pearly  gates  appear: 
Far  intodiftant  worlds  fhe  pries, 
And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

3  Cheerful  we  tread  the  defart  through, 
While  faith  fupplies  a  heav'nly  ray, 
Though  lions  roar,  and  tempefrs  blow, 
And  recks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

4  S®  Abrah'm,  by  divine  command, 
Left  his  own  houfe  to  walk  with  God 
His  faith  beheld  the  promis'd  landr 
And  fir'd  his  zeal  along  the  road. 

HYMN    CXXX.     Common  Metre*. 
The  new  creation. 
T   ^TTEND,  while  God  's  exalted  Son 
Doth  his  own  glory  fhow  ; 
Behold,  I  fit  upon  my  throne, 
Creating  all  things  new. 

2  Nature  and  fin  are  paft  away, 

And  the  old  Adam  dies  : 
My  hands  a  new  foundation  lay — 
See  the  new  world  arife  ! 

3  I'll  be  a  fun  of  rightecufnefs 

To  the  new  heav'ns  I  make  ; 
None  but  the  new-born  heirs  of  grace. 

My  glories  (hall  partake. 
4.  Mighty  Redeemer,  fet  me  free 

From  my  old  ftate  of  fin; 
Oh,  make  n^y  foul  alive  tc  thee? 

Create  lie w  pow'rs  within : 


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5  Renew  tnine  eyes,  and  form  mine  ears, 

And  mould  my  heart  afrefh  ; 
Give  me  new  paflions,  joys  and  fears, 
And  turn  the  ftone  to  flefh. 

6  Far  from  the  regions  of  the  dead, 

From  fin,  and  earth,  and  hell ; 
In  the  new  world  that  grace  has  made, 
I  would  for  ever  dwell. 

HYMN   CXXXI.     Long  Metre. 
The  excellency  of  the  Chrifiian  religion. 

1  T  ET  everlafting  glories  crown, 

Thy  head,  my  Sa\;iour,  and  my  Lord  ; 
Thy  hands  have  brought  falvatiou  down, 
And  writ  the  bleflings  in  thy  word. 

2  [What  if  we  trace  the  globe  around, 
And  fearch  from  Britain  to  Japan, 
There  fiiaU  be  no  religion  found 
So  juft  to  God,  fo  fafeto  man.] 

3  In  vain  the  trembling  confcience  feeks 

Some  folid  ground  to  reft  upon  ;  "  | 

With  long  defpair  the  fpirit  breaks, 
'Till  we  apply  to  Chrift  alone. 

4  How  well  the  blefTed  truths  agree  ! 
How  wife  and  holy  thy  commands  I 
Thy  promifes,  how  firm  tbey  be  ! 
How  firm  our  hope  and  comfort  (lands ! 

5  Not  the  feign'd  fields  of  heathVifh  blifs 
Could  raife  fuch  pleafures  in  the  mind  ; 
Nor  does  the  Turkifh  paradife 
Pretend  to  joys  To  well  refin'd. 

4  Should  all  the  forms  that  men  devife 
AfTault  my  faith  with  treach'rous  art, 
I'd  call  them  vanity  and  lies, 
And  bind  the  gofpel  to  my  heart. 


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HYMN    CXXXII.     Common  Metre. 
The  offices  of  Chrift. 

1  WE  blefs  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord, 

That  comes  with  truth  and  grace  ; 
Jefus,  thv  Spirit  and  thy  word 
Shall  lead  us  in  thy  ways. 

2  We  reverence  our  High-prieft  above, 

Who  offer'd  up  his  blood  ; 

And  lives^to  carry  on  his  love 

By  pleading  with  our  God. 

3  We  honour  our  exalted  King  ; 

How  fweet  are  his  commands  ! 
He  guards  our  fouls  from  hell  and  fin 
By  his  almighty  hands. 

4  Hofanna  to  his  glori@us  name, 

Who  faves  by  diff'rent  ways, 
His  mercy  lays  a  fov'reign  claim 
To  our  immortal  praife. 
HYMN    CXXXIII.     Long  Metre. 
.  The  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit. 

1  TTTERNAL  Spirit  !   we  confefs 

Aad  fmg  the  wonders  of  thy  grace  ; 
Thy  pow'r  conveys  our  bleffings  down 
From  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlighten'd  by  thine  heav'nly  ray, 
Our  fhades  and  darknefs  turn  to  day  ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  makes  us  know 
Our  danger  and  our  refuge  too . 

3  Thy  pow'r  and  glory  works. within, 
And  breaks  the  chain  of  reigning  fin  ; 
Doth  our  imperious  lufts  fubdue, 
And  forms  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  confcience  knows  the  voice, 
Thy  cheering  word  awakes  our  joys  j 
Thy  words  allay  the  ftormy  wind, 

And  calsj  the  furges  of  the  miad, 


193  Hymns    rrnd         B.  II. 

HYMN    CXXXrv.     Common  Metre. 
Circumcifion  abolijhed. 

1  T'HE  promife  was  divinely  free 

Extenfive  was  the  grace  ; 
"  I  will  the  God  of  Abraham  be, 
"  And  of  his  numerous  race  -.*' 

2  He  fait),  and  with  a  Woody  feal 

Confmn'd  the  words  he  fpoke  ; 
Lon?  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'm  feel 
The  (harp  and  painful  yoke  : 

3  'Till  God's  own  Son,  defending  low 

Gave  his  own  flefh  to  bleed  ; 
And  Gentiles  tafte  the  bleffing'now 
From  thehard  bondage  freed.      ' 

4  The  God  of  Abrah'm  claims  our  praiie 

His  promii'es  endure  : 
And  Chrift,  the  Lord,  in  gentler  ways 
,.        Makes  the  ial  vat  ion  fure. 

HYMN    CXXXV.     Long  Metre. 
Types  and  prophecies  of  Cbriji. 

1  J^EHOLD  the  woman's  promised  feed  \         \ 

Benold  the  great  Meffiah  cornes  ! 
Behold  the  prophet3  all  agreed 
To  give  him  the  fuperior  room! 

2  Abrah'm,  the  faint,  rejoie'd  of  old, 
When  vifions  of  the  Lord  he  faw  ; 
Moles,  the  man  of  God  foretold, 
This  great  fuJfiler  of  his  law. 

3  The  t>pes  bore  witnefs  to  his  name, 
Qbtain'd  their  chief  defign,  and  ceas'd; 
The  incenie,  and  the  bleeding  lamb, 
The  ark,  the  altar,   and  the  prieft. 

4  Precisions  i:i  abundance  meet, 
To  joi.i  their  blojfingi  on  his  head  J 
Jefus,  we  v/orihip  at  thy  ffef, 
And  nati<?;is  own  the  pn^r.i/d  feed. 




3.  II.       Spiritual  Songs.      199 

HYMN    CXXXVI.     Long  Metre. 
Miracles  at  the  birth  of  Chrift. 
[   'THE  King  of  glory  fcndi  his  own  Son 
To  make  his  entrance  on  this  earth  ; 
Behold  the  midnight  bright  as  noon, 
And  heav'nly  hofts  declare  his  birth  ! 

2  About  the  young  Redeemer's  head  ! 
What  wonders  and  what  glories  meet  ! 
An  unknown  flar  arofe  and  led 

The  eattern  fages  to  his  feet. 

3  Simeon  and  Anna  both  confpire 
The  infant  Saviour  to  proclaim; 
Inward  they  felt  the  iacred  fire, 

And  blefs'd  the  babe,  and  own'd  his  name. 

4  Let  jews  and  Greeks  Uafpheme  aloud, 
And  treat  the  holy  child  with  fcorn  j 
Oar  fouls  adore  th'  eternal  God 
Who  condefcended  to  be  born. 

HYMN    CXXXVII.     Long  Metre. 
Miracles  in  the  life,  death,  and  refurreclion  of 
Cbrijl. 

1  TOEHOLD  the  blind  their  fight  receive  i 
^  Behold,  the  dead  awake,  and  live  ! 
The  dumb  fpeak  wonders  !   and  the  lame 
Leap  like  the  hart,  and  blefs  his  name  1 

2  Thus  doth  the  eternal  Spirit  own 
And  feals  the  million  of  the  Son  ; 
The  Father  vindicates  his  caufe, 
While  he  hangs  bleeding  on  the  crofs. 

3  He  dies  !   the  heav'ns  in  mourning  flood  ; 
He  rifes,  and  appears  a  God  ! 

Behold  the  Lord  afcending  high?> 
No  more  to,bleed,   no  more  to  die. 

4  H-m-iC'?,  and  forever  from  my  heart 

-5  and  fears  depart ; 
And  ftr*h  ciy  forii  iefign, 

Wiiiirh  Uu:s  er«fc'u:i&l3  fc  divir.s. 


2ol  H  y  m  n  s    and        B.  II, 

HYMN    CXXXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  power  of  the  gofpd. 
i   JIUS  h  the  word  of  truth  and  love 
Sent  to  the  nations  from  above  ■  • 
Jehovah  here  refolvesto  (how 
-  What  hi?  almighty  grace  can  do. 

2  This  remedy  did  wifdom  find, 
To  heal  difeafes  of  the  mind  .• 

Thh  fov'reign  balm,  who le  virtues  can 
Heflore  the  rum'd  creature,  nun. 

3  The  ggfpel  bids  the  dead  revive, 
Sinners,  obey  the  voice,  and  live  : 
Dry  bones  are  rau'd,   and  cloth'd  afrefli 
And  hearts  of  ftone  are  turn'd  to  fleJh! ' 

4  [Where  Satan  reign'd  in  fhades  of  nicrfct 
The  gofpel  ftrikes  a  heav'nly  light, -^  ' 
Oarlnfts  its  wond'rous  pow'r  controuls 
And  calms  the  rage  of  angry  fouls.  ' 

5  Lions,  and  beafts  of  favage  name 
Put  on  the  nature  of  the  lamb  ; 
While  the  wide  world  efteems  it  ftran-re 
Gaze,  and  admire,  and  hate  the  change! 

6  May  but  this  grace  my  foul  renew, 
Let  finaers  gaze  and  hate  me  too  : 
The  word  that  faves  me  does  engage 
A  fure  defence  from  all  their  rage.] 

HYMN   CXXXIX.     Long  Metre. 

The  example  of  Cbrift. 

1  J|Y  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 

I  read  ray  duty  in  thy  word  : 
But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  fuch  thy  zeal, 
Such  dePrence  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meeknefs  fo  divine, 
I  would  tranferibe,  and  make  them  mine. 


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B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       ^oi- 

3  Cold  mountains,  and  the  midnight  air, 
Witnefs'd  the  fervor  of  thy  pray'r  ; 
The  defart  thy  temptations  knew., 
Thy  conflict,  and  thy  vift'ry  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern,  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ! 

Then  God,  the  Judge,  Avail  own  my  name 
Amongil  the" followers  of  the  Lamb." 

HYMN   CXL.     Common  Metre. 
The  examples  of  Cbriji  and  the  faints. 
I.  QIVE  me  the  wings  of  faith  to  rife 
Within  the  veil  and  fee 
The  faints  above,  how  great  their  joys 
How  bright  their  glories  be  ! 

2  Once  they  were  mourning  here  below 

And  wet  their  couch  with  tears  ; 
They  wreftled  hard,  as  we  do  now, 
With  fins,  and  doubts,   and  fears. 

3  1  a&  then?,  whence  their  vicVry  came? 

They,  with  united  breath, 
Afcribe  their  conqueft  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Their  triumph  to  his  death. 

4  They  mark'd  the  footfteps  that  he  trod, 

(His  zeal  infpir'd  their  breaft  ;) 
And,  following  the  incarnate  God, 
PofTefs'd  the  promised  reft. 

5  Our  glorious  Leader  claims  our  praife- 

For  his  own  pattern  giv'n, 
While  the  long  cloud  of  witneffes 
Show  the  fame  path  to  heav'n. 

HYMN    CXLI.     Common  Metre. 
Faith  affifted  by  fcnfe  ;  or,  Preaching,  baptiftti^  . 

and  the  Lord's  Supper. 
I  JJ]y  Saviour  God,  my  Sovereign  Prir.ee 

Reigns  far  above  the  fkies  j,  I  2 


202         Hymns     and        B.  II, 

But  brings  his  graces  down  to  fenfe, 
And  helps  my  Faith  to  rife. 
3  My  eyes  and  ears  mail  blefs  his  name 
They  read  and  hear  his  word  ;         ' 
My  touch'd  and  tafte  mall  do  the  fame,  3 
When  they  receive  the  Lord. 

3  Baptifmal  water  isdeiign'd 

To  feal  his  cleanimg  grace; 
While  at  his  feaft  of  bread  and  wine, 
He  gives  his  faints  a  pJace  : 

4  But  not  the  waters  of  a  flood, 

Can  make  my  flefti  Co  clean, 
As  by  his  Spirit  and  his  Wood 
He'll  walh  my  foul  from  fin. 

5  Not  choiceft  meats,  nor  nobleft  wines, 

So  much  my  heart  refreih, 
As  when  my  faith  goes  through  the  figns, 
And  feeds  upon  his  flefh. 

6  I  love  tlie  Lord,  who  iloops  Co  low, 
.    To  give  his  word  a  feal  : 

But  the  rich  grace  his  bands  beftow, 
Exceeds  the  figures  (till. 

HYMN   CXLII.     Short  Metre. 
Faith  in  Chrifl  our  facrifice. 
i  ]SJOT  all  the  blood  of  beafts, 
l*  On  Jewifh  altars  flain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  confcience  peace, 
Or  walh  away  the  ftain. 

2  But  Chrift  the  heav'nly  Lamb, 

Takes  all  our  fins  away ; 
A  facrifice  of  nobler  name, 
And  richer  blood  than  they. 

3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine* 
While  like  a  penitent  I  (land, 
And*  there  confefs  my  fin. 


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B.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.        203 

4  My  foul  looks  back  to  fee 

The  burdens  thou  riidft  bear, 
When  hanging  on  the  curfed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there- 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  fee  the  curie  remove  ; 
We  blefs  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  fing  his  bleeding  love. 

HYMN   CXL1II.     Common  Metre. 
Flefiand  Spirit. 

1  TTTHAT  difPrent  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin 

Attend  our  mortal  ftate  \ 
I  hate  the  thoughts  that  work  within,. 
And  do  the  works  I  hate, 

2  Now  I  complain,  and  groan,   and  die, 

While  fin  and  Satan  reign  ; 
Now  raife  my  fongs  of  triumph  high, 
For  grace  prevails  again. 

o  darknefs  ftrhggles  with  the  light, 
'Till  perfetf  day  arife,^ 
Water  and  fire  maintain  the  fig 
Until  the  weaker  dies. 

4  Thus  will  the  flefii  and  fpirit  drive, 
And  vex,  and  break  my  peace  ; 
Eut  I  mail  quit  this  mortal  life, 
And  fin  for  ever  ceafe. 

HYMN    CXLIV.     Long  Metre. 

The  efufioas  of  the  Spirit ;  or,  The  Juccefs  of  the 

gofpel. 

1   QUE  AT  was  the  day,  the  joy  was  great 

When  the  divine  difciples  met ; 

Whiltl  on  their  heads  the  Spirit  came, 

And  fat  like  tongues  of  cloven  flame. 


2o4         Hymns    and        B.  U. 

2  What  gifts,  what  miracles  he  gave  ' 
And  pow'r  to  kill,  and  pow'r  to  fave  ! 

I^H     ^ir,  5°IIfiues  With  wo^'rous  wo  rds 
Inftead  or  lhields,  a„d  arms,  and  fwords. 

3   Thus  arm'd  he  fent  the  champions  forth 
From  eart  andweft,  and  fouth  and  north  - 
Go,  and  aflert  your  Saviour's  caufe  :  ' 
Go,  fpread  the  myft'ry  of  his  crofs." 
A  Thefe  weapons  of  the  holy  war 
Of  what  almightv  force  they  are 
To  make  our  ftubborn  paffions  bow 
And  lay  the  proudeft  rebel  low ! 

5  Nations,  the  learned  and  the  rude 
Are  by  thefe  heav'nly  arms  fubdu'd; 
While  Satan  rages  at  his  lof>, 

And  hates  the  doclrine  of  the  crofs. 

6  Great  King  of  grace,  my  heart  fubdue; 
I  would  be  led  in  triumph  too, 
A  willing  captive  to  my  Lord, 
And  ling  the  vicVries  of  his  word. 

HYMN    CXLV.     Common  Metre. 
Sight  through  a  glafs,   and,  face  to  face. 

1  J  LOVE  the  windows  of  thy  grace 

Through  which  ray  Lord  is  feen,' 
And  long  to  meet  my  Saviour's  face, 
Without  a  glafs  between. 

2  Oh,  that  the  happy  hour  were  come, 

To  change  my  faith  to  fight ! 
I  mould  behold  my  Lord  at  home, 
In  a  diviner  light. 

2  Hafte,  my  beloved,  and  remove 
Thofe  interpofmg  davs; 
Then  (hall  my  paffions  all  be  love, 
And  all  my  pow'rs  be  praife. 


B.  II-     Spiritual  Songs.  -    205 

HYMN    CXLVI.     Long  Metre. 

The  vanity  of  creatures;  or,  No  rejl  on  earth 
!   MAN  has  a  foul  of  vail  defiwjs, 

He  burns  within  with  reftlefs  fires; 
Toft  to  and  fro,  his  paffions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2  In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  folid  good  to  fill  the  mind  : 
We  try  newpleafures,  but  we  feel 
The  inward  third  and  torment  ftill. 

3  So  when  a  raging  fever  burns, 

We  fhift  from  fide  to  fide  by  turns  ; 
And  'tis  a  poor  relief  we  gain, 
To  change  the  place,  bnt  keep  the  pain, 
4    Great  God!   fubdue  this  vicious  thirft, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  duft  ! 
Cure  the  vile  fever  of  the  mind 
And  feed  our  fouls  with  joys  refin'd. 

HYMN   CXLVIL     Common  Metre. 
The  creation  of  the  "world.     Gen.  i. 
j   u  "NTOW  let  a  fpacious  world  arife," 
Said  the  Creator,  Lord  : 
At  once  th'  obedient  earth  and  ikies 
Rofe  at  his  fov' reign  word. 

2  [Dark  was  the  deep;   the  waters  lay 

Confus'd,  and  drown' d  the  land  ; 
He  call'd  the  light,  the  new-born  day 
Attends  on  his  command. 

3  He  bid  the  clouds  afcend  on  high? 

The  clouds  afcend,   and  bear 
A  wat'ry  treafure  to  the  fky, 

And  float  on  fof  cer  air. 
4  The  liquid  elements  below 

Was  gathered  by  his  hand  : 
The  rolling  feas  together  flow, 

And  leave  the  folid  land. 


206        H  y  m  n  s    and  B   n 

ErJM?  "^^  gI°be  he  cr°-n'd  ' 

^  fun  to  warm  the  ground.  > 

Behold  the  fun  appears : 

1  he  moon  and  ftars  in  order  rife 
romarkoutinoKthSandyeae/s 

7  °"JJ.^ the  deeps  th' almighty  Kinr 
Did  vital  beings  frame,  S 

The  painted  fowls  0f  ev>r       . 

AndfifhofevVyname.J  ' 

8  He  gave  the  lion  and  the  worm 

At  once  their  wond'roas  birth 

And  grazmg  heart,  of  various  form 

Rofe  from  the  teeming  earth. 

9  Adam  was  form'd  of  equal  clav 

Through  fov'reign  of"  he  reft 

With  God  s  own  image  bleft. 

13  Thus  glorious  in  the  Maker's  eye 

The  young  creation  ftood  : 

He  faw  the  building  from  on  high, 
His  word  pronounced  it  good 

ii  Lord,  while  the  frame  of  nature  frauds 
Thy  praifc  lhall  fill  my  tongue  i  ' 

But  the  new  world  of  grace  demands 
A  more  exalted  fong. 

HYMNCXLVItr.     CommonMetre. 

Corf  reconciled  iN  Qhrifl 
DIREST  of  all  the  namesabove 

Whocanrenftthyheav'nlvWe, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood !      " 


3*11.     Spiritual  boNGS.       so*. 

I  'Th  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 
The  Father  fmiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  'Till  God  in  human  flefli  I  fee, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find ; 
The  holy,  jvift,  and  facred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My'hope,  my  joy,  begins; 

His  name  forbids  my  fiavim  fear, 

His  grace  removes  my  f  ns. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wifdom  boaft, 
I  love  th'  incarnate  myftery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trull. 
HYMN   CXLIX.    Common  Metre. 
Honour  to  magijtrates  ;  or,  Government  from 

God. 
i  T7TERNAL  Sov'reign  of  the  Iky, 
And  Lord  of  all  below, 
We  mortals  to  thy  majefty 
Our  firlt  obedience  owe. 

2  Our  fouls  adore  thy  throne  fupreme, 

And  blefs  thy  providence, 
For  magistrates  of  meaner  name, 
Our  glory  and  defence. 

3  [The  crown  of  all  thofe  princes  mine 

With  rays  above  the  reft, 
Where  laws  and  liberties  combine 
To  make  the  nation  bled.] 

4  Kingdoms  on  firm  foundations  ftand, 

While  virtue  finds  reward  ; 
And  ftnners  perifti  from  the  land 
By  juftice  and  the  fword. 
5  Let  Cefar's  due  b~.  ever  paid 
To  Cefar  and  his  throne  i 


"  v  M  n  s  and  B   TT 

Butconrciencesandfouisweren._  ' 

To  be  the  Lord's  alone         '      ^ 

hymn  ct     r 

^*-     Common  Metre 

And  while  the'h^rwlr       g* 

4  So  on  a  tree  divinely  fair 
Grew  the  forbidden  food  ■ 

HYMN   CLI      t„      ,» 

p-„*a  L°ng  Metre. 

I    'TWAS  hv   '     9  **'  ^P^ion. 
1    Th!  ^  ^  °rder  *0fil  th*  *°rd 
His  sTiHtrref/ttr5  ^  ^* 

The  prophet's  Z  c  ey  brough-t  ; 

There  myRedeemer's  face  J  fee' 
And  read  his  name  who  d^Vf^me. 
■Jtelofl  an!fe  raP.tUreS  of^mind. 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs.       209 

Here  I  can  fix  my  hope  fecure  ; 
This  is  thy  word  and  rnuft  endure. 

HYMN  CL.II.     Common  Metre. 

SimiattdJShp.     Heb.  xii.  18,  &c, 

1  >TOT  to  the  terrors  of  th?  Lord, 

The  ternpefr,  fire,  and  (moke  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  fpoke  ; 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Sion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will, 

And.  fpread  his  love  abroad. 
2  Behold  th'  innumerable  hod 

Of  angels,  cloth' d  in  light  ! 
Behold  the  fpirits  of  thejuflr, 

Whofe  faith  is  tum'd  to  fight  ! 

4  Behold  the  bleft  aSembly  there, 

Whofe  names  are  writ  in  heav'n  I 
And  God,   the  Judge  of  all,  declares 
Their  vileftfins  forgiv'n. 

5  The  faints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  ; 
All  join  in  Chrift,  their  living  head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  In  fuch  fociety  as  this 

My  weary  foul  would  reft  : 
The  man  that  dwells  where  Jefus  is, 
Muft  be  for  ever  bled. 
HYMN    CLIII.     Common  Metre. 
The  diftemper,  folly,  and  madncfs  of  Jit;, 

1  QIN,  like  a  venomous  difeafe, 

Infefts  our  vital  blood  : 
The  only  balm  is  fov' reign  grace, 
And  the  Phyfician,  God. 

2  Our  beauty  and  our  ftrength  are  fled, 

And  we  draw  near  to  death ; 


•2io  Hymns    and        B.  II. 

Rut  Chrift,  the  Lord,  recalls  the  dead 
With  his  almighty  hreath. 
3  Madnefs,   by  nature,  reigns  witlrn 
The  pallionsburn  and  ra.'-e, 
'Till  God's  own  Son  wit.']  (kill  divine 
The  inward  f  e  afluage. 

4  [We  lick  the  duft,  we  grafp  the  wind 

And  folid  good  defpife  : 
Such  is  the  folly  of  the  mind, 
'Till  Jefus  make-,  us  wife.] 

5  We  give  our  fouls  the  wound-;  they  fee]. 

We  drink  the  pois'nous  gaM, 

And  njfh  with  fury  down  to  hell ; 

But  heav'n  prevents  the  fall. 

6  [The  man  polTefsV  among  the  tombs, 

Cut  his  own  Hefh  and  cries  : 
He  foams  and  raves,  'till  Jefus  comes, 
And  the  foul  fpirit  flies.] 

HYMN    C LI V.     Long  Metre. 

Self-rirhteo uj "fiefs  ivfufficic n t . 
I"  ^y.HEilS  are  the  mourners, (faith  the  Lord  ) 
That  wait  and  tremble  at  mv  word     ' 
That;  walk  in  iarknefa  all  the  day"? 
Come,  make  my  name  your  trial  and  ftay. 

2  [No  work",  nor  duties  of  your  own 
Can  for  the  fniaileft  i"ia  atone  ; 
The  robe;  that  nature  may  provide. 
Will  not  yourieail  pollution  hide. 

3  The  ioited.  couch  that  nut-are  knows, 
Can  give  the  eonfeience  no  repofe  : 
Look  to  my  righteottfnefs  abd  life; 
Comfort  and  peace  a>e  min*  io  give.] 

4  Ye  fons  of  pride,  that  kindle  coab 

With  ycv.r  own  -ands,   to  warm  your  fouls 
Walk  in  the  light  of  ytuir  own  fire, 
JL'.joy  :hcr:a:k3t:;a;;-tf  d. 


}. IT*     Spiritual  Songs.        211 

;  This  is  your  portion  at  my  bands, 
Hell  waits  you  with  her  iron  bands ; 
Ye  fhall  lie  down  in  forrow  there, 
In  death,  and  darknefs,  and  defpair." 

HYMN    CLV.     Common  Metre, 
Cbriji  our  pajjover. 

1  TO,  the  deftroying  angel  flies 

To  Pharaoh's  ftubborn  land  ! 
The  pride  and  flow'r  of  Egypt  dies 
By  his  vindi(5live  hand. 

2  He  palVd  the  tents  of  Jacob  o'er, 

Nor  pour'd  the  wrath  divine  ; 

He  law  the  blood  on  ev'ry  door, 

And  blefs'd  the  peaceful  fign. 

3  Thus  the  appointed  Lamb  muft  bleed, 

To  break  th'  Egyptian's  yoke  ; 

Thnslfrael  is  from  bondage  freed, 

And  'fcapes  the  angel's  firoke. 

4  Lord,  if  my  heart  were  fprinkled  too 

With  blood  fo  rich  as  thine, 
Juftice  no  longer  would  purine 
This  guilty  foul  ef  mine. 
5  Jefus,  our  pafTover,  was  flain, 
And  has  at  once  procur'd, 
freedom  from  Satan's  heavy  chain 
And  God's  avenging  fv/ord. 

HYMN    CLVL     Common  Metre. 
Preemption  and  defpair  ;     or,   Satan's  various 

temptations. 
J   J  HATE  the  tempter  and  his  charms, 
I  hate  his  flatt'ring  breath  ; 
The  ferpcnt  takes  a  thousand  forms, 
To  cheat  our  fouls  to  death. 

2  He  feeds  our  hopes  with  airy  dreams, 
Or  kills  with  fhyila  fear  ; 


212  Hymns    and         B.  IJ. 

A  nd  holds  us  ftil!  in  wide  extremes 
Prefumption  or  defpair. 
3  Now  he  perfuades,   «  How  eafy  'tis 
"  To  walk  the  road  to  heav'n  :" 
Anon  he  fwells  our  fins,  and  cries 
"  They  cannot  be  forgiv'n. "     ' 

4  [He  bids  young  finners,  «  Yet  forbear 

"  To  think  of  God  or  death  ; 
"  For  prayer  and  devotion  are 
'  "  But  melancholy  breath." 

5  He  tells  the  aged,  "  They  muft  die, 

u  And  'tis  to©  late  to  pray  : 
"  In  vain  for  mercy  now  they  cry, 
"  For  they  have  loft  their  day."] 

6  Thus  he  fupports  his  cruel  throne 

By  mifchief  and  deceit, 
And  drags  the  fons  of  Adam  down 
To  darknefs  and  the  pit. 

7  Almighty  God,  cut  fhort  his  pow'r, 

Let  him  in  darknefs  dwell ; 
And,   that  he  vex  the  earth  no  more, 
Confine  him.  down  t®  hell. 

HYMNCLVIL     Common  Metre. 

The  fame. 

i  £JOW  Satan  comes  with  dreadful  roar, 
And  threatens  to  deftroy  ; 
He  worries  when  he  can't  devour 
With  a  malicious  joy. 

2  Ye  fons  of  God  oppofe  his  rage, 

Refift,  and  he'll  be  gone  ; 
Thus  did  our  deareft  Lord  engage 
And  vanquifh  him  alone. 

3  Now  he  appears  almoft  divine  ! 

Like  ixsaoceiwe  and  lave; 


3;  II.     Spiritual  Songs.       213 

But  the  old  ferpent  lurks  within, 
When  heaffumes  the  dove. 
,  Fly  from  the  falfe  deceiver's  tongue 
*       Ye  ions  of  Adam,  fly  ! 

Our  parents  found  the  fnare  too  ftrong, 
Mori^ould  the  children  try. 

HYMN    CLVIII.     Long  Metre. 

Fewfaved  ;  or,  The  almoft  chrifiian,  the   hyp* 

ctitCy  and  the  apoftate. 

1  "DROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death, 

And  thoufands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wifdom  fhews  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveller. 

2  Deny  thy/eif,  and  take  thy  crcfs, 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  ! 
Nature  muft  count  her  gold  hut  drofs, 
If  (lie  would  gain  thisbeaVnly  land. 

3  The  fearful  foul,  that  tires  and  faints^ 
And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  efteem'fc! — almoft  a  faint, 

And  mates  his  own  deftruftion  fure. 

4  Lord,  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain, 
Create  my  heart  entirely  new  ; 
Which  hypocrites  could. ne'er  attain. 
Which  falfe  apoftles  never  knew. 

HYMN  CLIX.    Common  Metre. 
An  unconverted  jiate  ;  or,   Converting  grace, 

1  rQREAT  King  of  glory  and  of  grace  ! 

We  own  with  humble  fhame, 
How  vile  is  our  degen'rate  race, 
And  our  firft  father's  name.] 

2  from  Adam  flows  our  tainted  blood, 

The  poifon  reigns  within  j 


214  H  Y  M  n  s    and  B.  II 

Makes  us  averfe  to  ali  that's  good 
And  W1]llng  flaves  t0  fiQ       £°odr 

3  [Daily  we  break  thy  holy  Jaws, 
And  then  rejeft  thy  grace  • 

Engage  in  the  old  Terpens  caure 
Againft  our  Maker's  face. 

4WeIiveeftran^dafarrrom'God, 
.   And  Love  the  diftance  well  ■ 

^thhajiewerunthedan^-onsroad 
That  leads  to  death  and  hell. 

5  And  can  ftich  rebels  be  reflor'd  ! 

Such  natures  made  divine  ' 
Let  finners  fee  the  glory,  Lord 
And  feel  this  pow'r  of  thine.  ' 

6  We  raife  our  Father's  name  on  hiab 

Who  his  own  Spirit  fends  **  ' 

To  bring  rebellious  Grangers  nigh 
And  turns  his  foes  to  friends.     ' 

HYMN    CLX.     LongMe/rre. 
Cuftom  in  fin. 
I  LET  the  wild  leopards  of  the  wood 
Put  off. the  fpots  that  nature  gives 
Then  may  the  wicked  turn  to  God, 
And  change  their  tempers,  and  their  lives. 
%  As  well  might  Ethiopian  flaves 
WauVo-ut  the  darknefs  of  their  ikin  ;. 
The  dead  as  well  may  leave  their  graves 
As  eld  tranfgrelTors  ceafe  to  fin. 

3  Where  vice  has  held  its  empire  long, 
'Twill  not  endure  the  leaft  controul ; 
Ttfone  but  a  pow'r  divinely  ftrong, 
Can  turn  the  current  of  the  foul. 

4  Great  God  !   I  own  thy  pow'r  divine, 
That  works  to  change  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
I  would  be  form'd  anew,  and  blefs 

The  wonders  of  creating  grace. 


IB.  II.      Spiritual  Songs.       215 

HYMN    CLXL     Common  Metre. 
Cbriftfap  virtues  ;  or,  The  difficulty  ofeenvcrfton. 

1  qTRAIT  is  the  way,  the  door  is  ftrait, 
D    That  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 

>Tis  but  a  few  that  find  the  gate, 
While  crowds  miftake  and  die. 

2  Beloved  felfmuft  be  deny'd, 

The  mind  and  will  renew'd, 
Paftion  fuppreiVd  and  patience  try'dr 
And  vain  defires  fubdu'd. 

3  [Flefti  is  a  dangerous  foe  to  grace, 

Where  it  prevails  and  rules  ;. 
Flefti  rouft  be  humbled,  pride  abas'd,. 
Left  they  deftrovour  fouls"! 

4  The  love  of  gold  be  baniuVd  hence,, 

(That  vile  idolatry) 
And  ev'ry  member,  ev'ry  fenfe, 
In  fweet  fubjeftion  lie. 

5  The  tongue,  that  moft  unruly  pow'rr 

R-equires  a  ftrong  reftraint  : 

We  muft  be  watchful  ev'ry  hour, 

And  pray,  but  never  faint. 

6  Lord  !  can  a  feeble  helplefs  worm 

Fulfil  a  talk  fo  hard  ! ' 
Thy  grace  muft  all  my  work  perform, 
And  give  the  free  reward. 

HYMN    CLXIL     Common  Metre. 

Meditation  of  heaven;  or,  The  joy  of  faith. 

j   ]y[Y  thoughts  furmount  thefe  lower  ikies, 
And  look  within  the  Vail; 
There  fprings  of  endlefs  pleafures  rife,. 
The  waters  never  fail. 

2  There  I  behold,  with  fweet  delight, 
Tke  bleffed  Three  in  One  5 


•   216  Hymns   and         B.  IT. 

And  ftrcng  fiffeftions  fix  my  fight 
On  God's  incarnate  Son. 

3  His  promife  ftands  forever  firm 

His  grace  flialJ  ne'erdepart  ;  * 
He  binds  my  name  upon  his  arm, 
And  feals  it  on  his  heart. 

4  Light  are  the  pains  that  nature  brings 

How  fhort  our  forrows  are  • 
When  with  eternal  future  things, 
The  prefent  we  compare  ! 

5  I  would  not  be  a  ftranger  ftill 

To  that  ce'.eftial  place, 
Where  I  for  ever  hope  to  dwell 
Near  my  Redeemer's  face. 
HYMN    CLXIII.     Common  Metre. 
Complaint  of  defertion  and  temptations. 

1  JJEAR  Lord  !  behold  our  fore  diftrefs 

Our  fins  attempt  to  rei-m  ; 
Stretch  out  thine  arm  of  conqu'ring  grace, 
And  let  thy  foes  be  flain,  S        ' 

2  [The  lion  with  his  dreadful  roar 

Afrights  thy  feeble  fheep  : 

Reveal  the  glory  of  thy  pow'r 

And  chain  him  to  the  deep. 

3  Muft  we  indulge  a  long  defpair  I 

Shall  our  petitions  die  ? 
Our  mourning  never  reach  thine  ear, 
Nor  tears  affeft  thine  eye  ? 

4  If  you  defpife  a  mortal  groan, 

Yet  hear  a  Saviour's  blood; 
An  advocate  fo  near  the  throne 
Pleads  and  prevails  with  God. 

5  He  brought  the  Spirit's  pow'rful  fword, 

To  flay  our  deadly  foes  : 
Our  fiasjhall  die  beneath  thy  word 
And  hell  in  vain  oppofe. 


\.  II.     Spiritual  Songs.        217 


»  How  boundlefs  is  our  Father's  grace, 
In  height,  and  depth,  and  length  1    - 
He  makes  his  Son  our  righteoufnefs, 
His  Spirit  is  ovir  Itrength. 

HYMN   CLXIV.     Common  Metre. 
The  end  of  the  -world. 
!    \VHY  fllould  this  earth  delight  us  fo  ? 
Why  (hould  we  fix  our  eyes 
On  thefe  low  grounds  where  furrows  grow, 
And  every  plea'ure  dies  \ 

I  V/hile  time  his  fharpeit.  teeth  prepares 
Our  comforts  to  devour, 
There  is  a  land  above  the  {tars, 
And  joys  above  his  pow'r. 

\  Nature  fnall  be  duTjlv'd  and  die, 
The  lun  mult  end  his  race, 
The  earth  and  fea  for  ever  fly 
Before  my  Saviour's  face. 
J.  When  will  tr.at  glorious  morning  rife  ? 
When  the  laft  trumpet  found, 
And  call  the  nations  to  the  (kies 
Fiom  underneath  the  ground  ? 

H  Y  M  W  CLXV.     Common  Metre. 

Jnfrultfuhic[s,  igtior-hce,  and  unfai.fi/fied  ejfec 
ticns, 
T^ONG  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found 

Of  thy  falvation,   Lord  ; 
But  ft  ill  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word! 

!  Oft  "I  frequent  thy  holy  place, 
And  heai  a!  mo  ft  in  vain  ; 
How  fmail  a  po    i.v:  of  -thy  grace 
My  mem'iy  can  retain  ! 
;  [My  dear  Almighty,  and  my  God, 
How  Htt^j  art  Choo  known 
Iv 


t 


***         M  Y  m  n  s    and  E.  IL 

^  a» /'  e  jtulgraents  of  fhv  rod, 
Ana  bkiling-;  of  thy  throne  ?} 

4  [How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  Jove  ' 

Kow  negligent  my  fear  ! 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above! 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

5  Great  God  !   thy  foreign  pow'r  impart, 

To  give  thy  word  fuccefs  :  ? 

Write  thy  falvation  on  my  heart 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace.' 

6  [Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

ThU:  leads  to  joys  on  high  ; 
Thene  knowledge  grows  without  decay 
And  love  fhail  never  die.]  " 

HYMN  CLXVI.     Common  Metre. 
The  divine  pe*-fe/lio?js. 

1  ££OW  mail  I  praife  th'  eternal  GoC, 

Tfcat  infinite  unknown  I 
Who  can  afcend  his  high  abode 
Or  venture  near  his  throne  ?  ' 

2  [The  great  Invifible  !  he  dwells 

Conceal'd  in  dazzling  light  ; 
But  his  all-learching  eye  reveals 
The  iecrcts  of  the  night. 

3  Thofe  watchful  eyes,  that  never  fleep9 

Survey  the  world  around  ; 
His  wiidom  is  the  bound lefs  deep, 

Where  ail  our  thoughts  are  drown'd.J 
tdf  ^Speak  we  of  ftrength  ?  his  arm  is  (Irong, 

To  fave  or  to  deftrov  ; 
Inflni'.e  )ears  lis  life  prolong, 

And  endlefs  is  !iis  j-iv.] 
5  [He  knows  no  fhadow  of  a  change, 

Nor  altejs  his  decrees; 
Firm  as  a  rock  bis  truth  remains, 

To  guard  his  promtes.] 


i  B.  II. 


Spiritual  Soncs.        21c 

6  [Sinners  before  h:s  pretence  die  ; 

How  holy  is  his  name ! 
His  a:i;eraud  his  j^aluufy 
Bura  like  devouring  Bailie  ]• 

7  Juftice  upon  a  dreadful  throne 

Maintains  the  rights  of  God, 
While  mercy  fends  her  pardon,  dowijj. 
Bought  win  a  Saviour's  blond. 

8  Now  to  my  foul,  immortal  King, 

Speak  'ome  forgiving  word  ; 
Then  'twill  be  double  joy  to  ling 
The  glories  of  my  Lord. 

II Y  M  N    CLXVII.     Long  Metre  * 
The  divine  perfedtio/is. 

1  QREAT  God!   thy  glories  mail  employ 

My  holy  fear,  my  humble  joy  1 
My  Hps,  in  fongs  of  honour,  bring 
Their  tribute  to  -th'  eternal  King: 

2  [Earth  and  the  ftars,  and  worlds  unknown,. 
Depend  precarious  on  his  throne; 

All  nature  hangs  upon  his  word, 

And  grace  and  glory  own  their  Lord  ]l 

3  [His  fov' reign  pow'r,  what  mortals  knows? 
If  he  commands,   who  dare  oppofe I 

With  ftrfength  he  girds  himfelf  around, 
And  treads  the  rebels  to.  the  ground. j 

4  Who  (hall  pretend  to  teach  him  fkill, 
Or  guide  the  comfels  of  his  will? 
Hiswifdom,  like  a  lea  divine, 
Flows  deep  and  high  beyond  our  line.] 

5  [His  name  is  holy,  and  his  eye 
Burns  with  immottal  jealoufy; 

He  hate,  the  Tons  of  piide,  aad  fheds 
His  fi'ry  vengeance  on  tlieir  heads.] 

6  The  beamings  of  his  piercing  light  J., 
Brings  dark  hypocrify  to  light  j  ° 


220  Hymns    and         B.  IL 

Death  and  deftruftion  naked  lie, 
And  hell  uncovered  to  his  eye  1  ' 

7  [Th*  eternal  law  before  him  Hands; 
Hisjuftice,  with  impartial  hands, 
Divides  to  all  their  due  reward, 

Or  by  the  Jceptre,  or  the  fword-] 

8  [His  mercy,  like  a  boundlefs  fea, 
Watties  our  load  of  guilt  away  : 
"While  his  own  Son  came  down  and  dy'd, 
T*  engage  hisjufticeon  our  fide.] 

9  [Each  of  his  words  demand  m\  faith, 
My  foul  can  reft  on  all  he  faith  J 

His  truth  inviolably  keeps 
The  largeft  promife  of  his  lips.] 

10  Oh,  tell  me  with  a  nentle  voice, 

"  Thon  art  my  God."    and  I'll  rejoice! 
Fill'd  with  thy  love,   I  dare  proclaim 
The  brightefl  honors  of  thy  name. 

HYMN   CLXVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 

1    TEHOVAH  reigns,  his  throne  is  high, 
^    His  robes  are  light  and  majefty: 
His  glory  mines  with  beams  lb  bright, 
No  mortal  can  fuftain  the  fight. 

•S   His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 
His  juftice  guards  his  holy  law, 
His  love  reveals  a  fmiling  face, 
His  truth  and  promife  feal  the  grace. 

3  Thro'  all  his  works  his  wifdom  mines. 
And  ba*les  Satan's  deep  defigns ; 

His  pow'r  is  fov'" reign  to  fulfil 
The  nohleft:  counfels  of  his  will. 

4  And  will  this  elorious  Lord  defcend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend? 
Then  let  my  fongs  with  angels  join} 
lieav'.:  j.s  fccv.re,  if  God  be  mine* 


B.  II.      Spiritual  Songs-      221 

HYMN    CI.XIX.     Particular  Metre. 

1  T"HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

Hh  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  he  a  flumes, 
Are  light  and  majefty  ; 

His  glories  fhine 

With  beams  fo  bright, 

No  mortal  eye 

Can  bear  the  fight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand, 
Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe  ; 
His  wrath  and  juftice  ftand 
To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 

And  where  his  love 
Refolves  to  blefs, 
His  truth  confirms 
And  feals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  ancient  works 
Surprising  wifdom  mines, 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell, 
And  breaks  their  curs'd  deiign 

Strong  is  his  arm 
And  fhall  fulfil 
His  great  decrees, 
Hi?  fov'reign  will. 

4  And  cnn  this  mighty  King 
Of  gl^ry  condefcend  I 

And  will  he  write  his  name, 
"  Mv  Father,  and  my  Friend?" 
I  love  his  name, 
I  love  his  word  ; 
Join  all  my  pou'rs 
And  p'aife  the  Lord. 

HYMN    CLXX.     Long  Metre. 
God  incomprekenfwle  and  fev ereigrt, 
I  £QAN  creatures,  to  perfection*  find 
Tb/  eternal  uncreated  M  ind  ! 


222  H  y  m  N  s    and  B.  ifl 

Of  can  the  la-; eft  ftretcb  of  tfiourhi: 

M.-aiure  and  lea'c'1  hi';  nature  out  ? 

2  '  Ti    high  as  heav'n  !   'tis  deep  as  hell  i 
And  wha*-  can  moi  tals  know,  or  tell? 
His  glory  fpreads  beyond  the  fkv, 
And  all  the  mining  worlds  on  high. 

3  But  man,   vain  man,  would  fain  be  wife-, 
Birn,   like  a  wild  young  colt,   he  flies 
Thro*  all  rhe  follies  of  his  mind, 

And  lmells  and  ihufFs  the  empty  wind.j 
-4  God  is  a  King  of  pou'r  unknown, 
Firm  are  the  orders  of  lus  throne  ; 
If  he  refolves,   wb»  dare  oppofe. 
Or  afk  him  why,  or  what  be  doc;? 

5  He  wounds  the  heart,  and  he  makes  wlmle; 
He  calms  the  tempeft  of  the  foul  j 

When  he  ftiuts  up  in  long  de'pai*-, 
Who  can  remove  the  heavy  b?r  I 

6  He  frowns,  and  darknefs  veils  the  moon, 
The  fainting  fun  grows  dim  at  noon  j 
The  pillars  of  heav'n's  ftarry  roof 
Tremble  and  ftart  at  his  reproof. 

7  Pie  gave  the  vaulted  heav'n  its  forrn# 
The  crooked  fevpentand  the  worm, 
He  breaks  the  bil  ows  with  his  breach, 
And  fmites  the  fons  of  pride  to  death. 

8  Thefe  are  a  portion  of  his  ways  ; 
But  who  mall  dare  deici  ibe  his  face? 
Who  can  endure  his  light?   or  frand 
To  hear  the  thunders  of  his  kansi'? 


Ekp  of  the  Sscons  2oox. 


HYMNS 

AND 

SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


BOOK      III, 


yrepar2d  for  the  holy  ordinance  of  th* 
lord's  supper. 


HYMN    J.     Long  Metre, 
The  Lord's /upper  inflitirted.    i  Cor.  xi.  2?,  Z<c 

i  f  TpWAS  on  rhfct  dark,  that  doleful  night, 
A     SVnen  powVs  of  earth  and  hellafofe 
Ap.ainft  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
4nd  friends  betrav'd  him  to  his  fees  ; 

2  Before  the  mournful  fcene  began, 

He  took  the  bread,   and  bJefs'ttj*  and  W&ke,; 
What  love  through  all  his  anions  van  ! 
What  womfrons  words  of  grace  he  /pake  ! 

3  u  This  is  my  body  broke  for  fin, 

"   Receive  and  eat  the  living  food  :" 
Then  rook  the  cup,  and  biefs'd  the  wine  J 
*•   'Tis  the  new  covenant  in  my  blood." 

4  [For  us  bir,  flefli  was  nailM  and  torn, 
He  bore  the  icoarjre,   he  felt  the  thorn  : 
And  juftice  pour'd  fcp'on'  his  head 

Its  heavy  vengeance,  in  our  ftead, 


K 


M  N   s    and       B.  III. 


5  For  us  his  vita!  blood  was  fpilr 
To  buy  the  pardon  of  our  guil'r 
When  for  black  crimes  of  big#eft  ftze 
He  gave  his  foul  a  facrifke.]  ' 

6  "  ?°  'h"C  ,,e/r>'J»  "'^l  time  ftall  erlJ, 
"  In  msni'fy  of  year  dyibg  friend  -  ' 
4k  Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 

"  The  love  of  yon  r  departed  Lord/' 

7  [Jefus,   thy  feafl  we  celebrate 

We  Jhow  thy  death,  we  fing  thy  name, 
rill  thou  return,  -and  we  fhall  eat 
The  marriage  fupper  of  the  Lamb. J 

HYMN    II.     Short  Metre. 
C&mmunion -with  Chrifi,  and -with  faints 
I  Cor.  x.   16,  17. 
i  PTESUS  invites  his  faints 
LJ    To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardon'd  rebels  fit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  For  food  he  gives  his  flefh  ; 

He  bids  us  drink  his  blood  : 
Amazing  favour,  rnatchlefs  grace 
Of  our  descending  God  ! 

3  This  holy  bread  and  wine, 

Maintains  our  fainting  breath, 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  int'reft  in  his  death. 

4  Our  heav'nly  Father  calls 

Chrilr.  and  his  members  one  ; 
We  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he  the  firft-born  Sou. 

5  We  are  but  fev'ral  parts 

Of  the  fame  broken  bread  ; 
One  body  hath  its  fev'ral  limbs, 
But  Jefus  is  the  head. 


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6  Let  all  our  pow*fs  be  jpia'd, 

Ki«  glorious  name  to  raife  ; 
Pleafure  and  love  fill  ev'ry  mini, 
And  ev'ry  voice  be  prai-e. 

II  Y  M  N    III.     Common  Mexre. 
The  nsti  covenant  feaJeth 

1  "  THE  promife  of  my  Father's  love, 

"  Shall  (land  for  ever  £oco  ;" 
He  faid,  and  gave  his  foul  tc  cea'h, 
And  leal'd  the  grace  with  blocd. 

2  To  this  dear  covenant  of  thy  word 

I  fet  my  worthlefs  name  ; 
I  feal  tV  engagement  to  my  Lord, 
And  make  my  humble  claim. 

3  The  light,  and  llren-th,  and  paro'ning  grace; 

And  glory,   mail  be  mine; 
M.»  life  and  foul,  my  heart  and  ffefa, 
And  all  mypov/'rs  are  thine, 

4  I  call  that  legacy  my  cvn. 

Which  Jefus  did  bequeath  ; 
'Twas  furcba-.'d  with  a  dying  grcan> 
And  ratif/d  in  de^th. 

5  Sweet  is  the  mcm'ry  of  his  name 

Who  blefs'd  us  in  hi ?.  will, 

And  to  his  teftamcnt  of  love 

Made  iiis  own  Hie  the  feal. 

•HYMN    IV.     GomminMefre 

drift's  djing  love ;   or,  Our  ?iri:;;  bought  at  ^ 

d?.ir  price. 
i   H0W  contending  and  how  kind 
Was  God's  eternal  *c.n  ! 
Our  mis'ry  reacii'd  his  heav'nly  mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down.' 
2  [When  jufticc,  by  our  fins  provoke, 

Drew  forth  his  dreadful  fword,  %  2 


226  H   y  M  n  s    and       B.  III. 

He  gave  bis  fou!  up  to  the  ftroke, 
Without  a  murm'ring  word.] 

3  [He  funk  beneath  cur  heavy  woes, 

To  raife  us  to  his  throne  : 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bellows 
But  coft  his  heart  a  groan.] 

4  This  was  companion  like  a  God, 

That  when  the  Saviour  knew 
The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew. 

5  Nov/  though  he  reigns  exalted  high, 

His  love  is  ftill  as  great: 

Well  he  remembers  Calvary, 

Nor  let  his  faints  forget. 

6  [Here  we  beheld  his  bowels  roll 

As  kind  as  when  he  dy'd, 
And  fee  the  forrows  of  his  foul 
Bleed  through  his  wounded  fide. 

7  [Here  we  receive  repeated^feais 

Of  Jefus  dying  love; 
Hard  is  the  wretch  that  never  feels 
One  foft  affection  move.] 

W Here  let  our  hearts  begin  to  melt, 
While  we  his  death  record, 
And  with  our  joys  for  pardon'd  guilt, 
Mourn  that  we  piere'd  the  Lord. 

HYMN    V.     Common  Metre. 
Chrifi  the  bread  of  life.     John  vi.  31,  35,  39- 

1  J^ET  us  adore  th'  eternal  word, 

'Tis  he  our  fouls  hath  fed  : 
Thou  art  the  living  ftream,  O  Lord, 
And  thou  th'  immortal  bread. 

2  [The  manna  came  from  lower  ikies, 

But  Jefus  from  above, 
Where  the  frefh  fprines  of  pleafure  rif<?; 
And  rivers  flow  with  love. 


IB. III.    Spiritual  Soncs.     %zj 
3  The  Jews,  the  fathers,  dy'd  at  laft, 
Who  ate  that  heav'rdy  bread; 
But  thefe  provisions  which  we  tafte, 
Can  raife  us  from  the  dead,] 

4  Bleft  be  the  Lord,  that  gives  his  flefrt 

To  nourifh  dying  meo  ; 
And  often  fpreads  his  tabie  frefn, 
Left  we  fhould  faint  again. 

5  Our  fouls  fhall  draw  their  heav'nly  breath, 

Wbilft  Jefus  finds  fuppliss  ; 
Nor  Ihall  our  graces  fink  to  death, 
For  Jefus  never  di.-s. 

6  [Daily  our  mortal  f  efh  decays, 

But  Ch rift  our  life  fhall  come; 
His  nnreafted  pow'r  fhall  raife 
Our  bodies  from  the  tomb.] 

HYMN    VI.     Long  Metre. 

The  memorial  of  our  abfcnt  Lord.     John  xvi- 
16.     Luke  xxii.   19.     John  xiv.   3. 

1  TESUS  is  gone  above  the  fkies, 

^   Where  our  weak  fenfes  reach  him  not, 

And  carnal  objects  court  our  eye;, 

To  thruft  our  Saviour  from  our  thoughts* 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we  have1, 
Apt  to  forget  his  lovely  face  ; 

And,  to  refrefh  our  mind,  he  gave 
Thefe  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  The  Lord  of  life  this  table  fpread 
With  his  own  flefh  and  dying  blood ; 
We  on  the  rich  provifjon  feed, 

And  tafte  the  wine,  and  blefs  our  God. 

4  Let  ilnfui  fweets  be  all  forgot, 
And  earth  grow  lefs  in  our  efreem  ; 
Chrift  and  his  love  fill  ev'ry  thought, 
Aad  faith  and  hope  be  fix'd  ou  him* 


2  23         H  y  M  N  s    and         ^   u^ 

5  Whi's  he  U  abfent  from  our  fight, 
ri>  to  prepare  our  fouls  a  olace 
^^^ychvellinheav'n ,    ,. 
And  live  lor  ever  near  his  fac-.      °nt> 
*tOar  eyes  look  upward  to  the  hills 

-  *  aiit  th>  chariot's  awful  wheels 

To  fetch  our  Jongiu.fpints  honfe] 

HYMN    VII.     Long  Metre. 

1  WHEN  I Jurve/th:  wopirous  cro's 

On  which  the  Prince  of  glory  dy'd 
My  ncheft  gain  j  count  but^y  d-v  d> 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride 

2  L*,?d^IfM'    thatI/houIdboaft, 
Save™  the  deatu  of  Chrift,  my  God\ 

Al    the  vain  things  that  charm  me  mofh 
1  facnfice  them  to  his  blood.  ' 

3  See  from  his  head,  his  hand,,   his  feet 
Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  !  ' 
D  :;  e  er  inch  love  and  forrow  meet  > 
Or  thorns  compofe  ft  rich  a  crown? 

4  [His  dying  crimfon,  like  a  robe 
Spreads  o'er  his  body  on  the  tree; 
Then  am  I  dead  to  all  the  globe/ 
And  ail  the  globe  is  dead  to°me.]' 

<,  Were  the  whole  realm  ©f  nature  mine, 
That  were  a  pre  lent  far  too  fmall ; 
Love  fo  amazing,   fo  divine, 
Demands  my  fou;,  my  life,  mv  ail. 

HYMN   VIII.     Common  Metre. 

The  tree   of  life. 
[QpME,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tuae 
To  our  exalted  Lord, 


fe.  III.     Spiritual  Songs.      229 

Ye  faints  on  high  arouftd  bis  throne, 
And  we  around  his  beard. 

2  While  once  upon  this  lower  ground, 

Weary  and  faint  ye  flood, 
What  dear  refrefhments  here  ye  found 
From  this  immortal  food  ! 

3  The  tree  of  life,  that  near  the  throne, 

In  heav'n's  high  garden  grows, 
Laden  with  grace,   bends  gently  down 
lis  ever  fmiling  boughs. 

4  [Hov'ring  among  the  leaves,  there  ftands 

The  fweet  eeleiMal  Dove, 
And  Jefus  on  the  branches  hangs 
The  banner  of  his  love.] 

5  ['Tis  a  young  heav'n  of  Grange  delight 

While'in  his  ihade  we  fi.t; 
His  fruit  is  pbaling  to  the  fight, 

And  to  the  taite  as  fweet. 
S  New  life  it  fpreads  through  dying  hearts, 

And  cheers  the  drooping  mind  ; 
Vigour  and  joy  the  juice  imparts, 

Without  a  fling  behind.] 

7  Now  let  the  flaming  weapon  {land, 

And  guard  all  Eden's  trees  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  plant  in  all  the  land. 
That  bears  fuch  fruit  as  thefe. 

8  Infiv.ite  grace  our  fouls  adore, 

Whole  wend'rous  hands  hath  made 
This  living  branch  of  fov'reign  pow'r, 
To  raife  and  heal  the  dead. 

HYMN    IX.     Short  Metre. 
The  Spirit ,  the  -water,  and  the  blood.      i  John  v.  6, 
1   ["I  ET  all  our  tongues  be  cue,. 
Tu  praise  our  God  on  high, 
Who  from  his  bolbni  fent  his  Son, 
To  fitch  us  Grangers  nigh; 


*3Q  H  y  M  n  s  and         B.  Ill 

2  Nor  let  our  voices  ceafe 

To  ling  the  Saviour's  name  • 
Jerus,  th'ambaflidorofpcTc;, 
How  cheerfully  he  came  > 

3  It  toil  him  cries  and  tears 

To  bring  us  near  to  God  J 
Great  wai  our  debt,   and  he  appears 

;o  make  the  payment  good  J 

4  [My  Saviour's  pierced  fide 

Pour'd  out  a  double  flood; 
By  water  we  are  purifv'd 
And  pardon'd  by  the  blood. 

5  Infinite  was  our  guilt, 

But  he,   our  prie/t,   atones: 
Oil  the  cold  ground  his  life  was  fpiJt 
And  offer'd  with  his  groans.j  ' 

6  Lookup,   my  foul,    to  him 

Whofe  death  was  thv  deferr, 
And  humbly  view  the  'living  fi'ream 
Flow  from  his  bleeding  heart. 
7  There,   on  the  curfed  tree, 
In  dying  pangs  he  lies, 
Fulfils  his  Father's  great  decree 
And  all  our  wants  fuppjigs, 
3  Thns  the  Redemer  came, 
By  water  and  by  blood; 
And  when  the  Spirit  fpeaks  the  fawe, 
We  feel  his  witwefs  good. 

9  While  the  eternal  Three 

Bear  their  record  above, 
Here  I  believe  he  dy'd  for  me, 
i    And  feal'd  my  Saviour's  love. 

10  [Lord,  cleanfe  my  foul  from  fin, 

Nor  let  thy  grace  depart  ; 
Great  Comforter!  abide  within,. 
Aud  witnefs  to  my  heart.] 


p.  III.     Spiritual  Songs.      23 

HYMN    X.     Long  Metre. 

Chrift  crucified,  the  -wifdom  and  power  of  God. 
<    NT  \TUIIE  with  open  volume  (rands, 

1  To  fpread  her  Maker's  praife  abroad ; 
And  ev'ry  labour  of  his  hands 

Shews  fome  thing  worthy  of  a  God  : 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  refcu'd  man, 
His  bri*hteft  form  of  glory  ihines, 
Here,  on  the  crofs,  'tis  faireft  drawn 
In  precious  blood,  and  crimfon  lines- 

i  [Here  his  own  name  appears  complete  ; 
5  Nor  wit  can  guefs,  nur  reafcn  prove, 
Which  ofUbefetters  befl  is  writ 
The  pow'r,  the  wifdom,  or  the  love  .] 
4  Here  I  behold  his  inmoft  heart,  _   t 

■    Where  grace  and  vengeance  ftrangelyjoin. 
Piercing  his  Son  with  fharpeft  fmart. 
To  make  the  purchas'd  pleafures  mine. 
,-  O  '    the  fweet  wonders  of  that  crofs 
Where  God  the  Saviour  lov'd  and  dy'd  . 
Her  nobleft  life  my  fpirit  draws 
From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding  fide. 
6  I  would  for  ever  fpeak  his  name, 
In  founds  to  mortal  ears  unknown, 
Witb  aneels  join  to  praife  the  Lamb, 
And  worfliip  at  his  Father's  thron*. 
HYMN   XI.     Common  Metre. 
Pardon  brought  to  ourfenfes* 

1  T  ORD,  how  divine  thy  comforts  are, 
"  How  heav'nly  is  the  place 
There  Jefus  fpreads  the  facred  leans, 

Of  his  redeeming  grace  ! 

2  Tliere  the  rich  bounties  of  our  God 

And  faeeteft  glories  (hine  ; 
There  Jefus  fays,  that  "  I  am  hir, 
Ar.d  rnybeloved/s  mine. 


^         1X   Y  m  N  s     and  b    ITT 

3Here(^ystl     kindredcem.  ' 

And  il,o-.vs  his  wounded  fide)  ' 

That  open  d  when  J  dy'd  !"  ' 

4  [He  imiles,  amlrtwr,   1 

"  All  this  (ne.rays)Ib;e'f.0  , 

Andthenhefimje5a,ainl  ' 

5^tfl12]lTpayourJeav4 

For  grace  fo  vaft  as  this  '  S 

He  brings  onr  pardons  to  our  eves 
And  feals  it  with  a  kifs.  * 

6  Letfuch  amazing  loves  as  thefe 

Be  founded  all  abroad; 
Such  favors  are  beyond  decrees 
And  worthy  of  a  God.]    &       °* 

7  CTo^rnth^waflxVlusinhisblood, 

Be  everlafting  praife,  ' 

Salvation     honour,  glory,  pow>r, 
Eternal  as  his  days.  ' 

HYMN    XII.     Long  Metre. 
The  gofpel  feaft.      Luke  xiv.    ,6    &c 
I  [H°Vrich^re  thv;pr6vir»ansf    Lord! 
_,.     rT'?y  tao!e  ^nufn'd  from  above 

Tne  cup  o  erflmv?  with  beav'nly  love. 

2  Thine  ancient  family,   the  Tews' 
Were  fkft  invited  to  the  fea'i  : 
We  humbly  take  what  they  refuO 
And  Gentiles  thy  falvation  tafte.  -,' 

3  Y '/J"6,  tbe  p°nr'  the  bIind>  tlle  Iame„ 
And  help  was  far,  a,Kl  death  was    •   ^ 

But  at  the  gofpel  call  we  came, 

And  ev'ry  want  received  fupply. 

4  From  the  high  way  that  leads  to  helL 
From  packs  of  darknefs  and  dtfpair. 


i.  III.     Spiritual  Songs.      233 

Lord    we  are  corne  with  thee  to  dwell, 
Glad 'to  enjoy  thy  prefence  here.] 

;  [What  {hall  we  pay  th>  eternal  Son, 
That  left  the  heav'nof  his  abode, 
And  to  this  wretched  earth  came  down, 
To  bring  us  wand'rers  back  to  God  * 

i  It  cod  him  death,  to  fave  our  lives ; 
To  buv  cur  fouls  it  colt  his  own  ; 
And  all  the  unknown  joys  he  gives, 
Were  bought  with  agonies  unknown. 

7  Our  everlafting  love  is  due 
To  him  that  ranfom'd  finners  loft  ; 
And  pity'd  rebels  when  he  knew 
The  vail:  ex;ience  his  love  would  coft.] 
HYMN  XIII.     Common  Metre. 

Divine  love  making  a  feafi ', and calling  in  the  guefiS; 
Luke  xiv,   17,  22,  23. 

1  How  *"weet  anci  aw^u'  *s  the  Place, 

With  Chrift  wiihin  the  doors, 
While  eveilarting  love  difplays 
The  choiceft  of  her  {tores  ? 

2  Here  ev'ry  bowel  of  our  God 

With  Coft  compaftion  r  ?lls  ; 
Here  peace  and  pardon,  bought  with  blood, 

Is  food  for  dying  fouls. 
;   While  all  our  heart1?,  and  all  our  fongs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feaft, 
Each  of  us  cry  with  thankful  tongues, 

"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guelt  V 

4  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice, 

And  enter  while  there's  room  ; 
\Vheo  thousand;  make  a  wretched  choice. 
And  rather  ftarve  than  come  I" 

5  'Twas  the  fame  love  that  fyread  the  feaft. 

That  fweetly  fore'd  us  in  ; 
Elfe  we  had  ftill  refus'd  to  tafte, 
And  perilh'd  in  our  fin. 


2M  H  y  M  N  s    and         B    IJI- 

6  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God, 
Conft.-a,n  the  eart!)  to  come  - 
Send  thv  vicarious  word  abo,i 
Andbnngtheitrangersho-,,^ 

7  We  long  to  fee  thy  churches  f,l,, 
Thai  all  the  chofe,-,  race 
Mav,  with  one  voir^-     o„  i  u 

Sing  thy  redeem°^garaceTrr,afldfOUl' 
Thefo^ffl^ll  ,Xl!'ke  ^7  Metr!;  ,  ' 

1   N°W  bave  our  h.arts  en,b,  aPd  our  G,  , 
We  would  forget  all  earrhlv  .  d* 

Andw^todieas^nncol^o    d     3rniS' 
Witu  his  youg  Saviour  in  his  ann's. 

2  Our  lips  would  loin  that  jovful  fon„ 
Were  but  our  hearts  prer,ai'd  ]ike  his  ; 

-Our  Souls  ftiJl  waiting  to  be  gone, 
And  at  thy  word  depart  in  peace. 

3  Here  we  have  feen  thy  face,  o  Lord, 
And  view'd  Jalvation  with  our  eves,  ■ 
Tailed  and  felt  the  living  word  * 
The  bread  defending  from  the  &ie*. 

|  Thon  haft  prepared  this  dwng  Lamb, 
Hart  let  bis  bio  ;d  before  our  face 
To  teach  the  terrors  of  thy  name, 
And  fhew  the  wonders  ef  thy  grace. 
I  He  is  our  light  our  morning  rtar  ; 
Shall  (bine  on  naiioi;  vet  unknown  i 
Tue  glory  of  thine  lilael  here, 
And  joy  of  fpirits  near  the  throne." 
HYMN    XV.     Commcn  Metre. 
Our  herd  Jifoj  ,J  hls  fa  u  fafifc 
T/HE  mdn&c?  of  our  dying  Lo.d 

Awakes  a  thankful  tcn^ue; 
How  rich  h«  rprearfltfs  Fdval  b ;ard, 
And  bleil  tbeibodj  uua  fctagj     ' 


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Happy  the  men  that  arc  his  i&ead, 

But  donb'y  bleft  was  he 
Thar  gentK  bow\l  hi;  loving  Head, 

And  lean'd  ir,  Lod,  on  thee. 
By  faith  the  fame  delights  we  tafte, 

As  that  great  fav';  ite  did, 
Ana  fit  and  1  >an  on  Jens7  b  eaft, 

And  tafte  the  heav'nh  bread. 
Down  from  the  palace  of  the  fkie?, 

Hither  the  King  defccnds  : 
M  Come  my  beloved,  eat  (he  cries.}. 

And  drink  falvation,  fiiends. 
My  flefh  is  food  and  phyfc  too, 

A  balm  for  all  your  pains  : 
And  the  red  dreams  of  pardon  flow 

From  the  e  my  pierced  veins." 
Horanna  to  his  bounteous  love, 


Forfuch  a  feait  bel 


ow 


And  yet  he  feeds  his  faints  above 

With  nobler  bleilmgs  too. 
[Come,  the  dear  day,  the  glorious  konr, 

Tnat  brings  our  fouls  to  reft  I 
Then  we  mail  need  thefe  types  no  more,, 

But  dwell  at  tlf  beavViy  feaft.] 

HYMN  XVI.     Common  Metre. 
The  agonies  of  Cbrjjl. 
i   ]\JO\V  let  oor  pains  be  all  forgot, 
Our  hearts  no  more  repine  ; 
Oar  fuifrings  a,e  not  worth  a  thought, 
JLosd,  when  compared  with  thine. 
!  In  lively  ftgureshere  we  fee 

The  bleeding  Prince  ot  love  5 
Each  of  us  hope  he  uVd  for  me, 
And  then  our  griei'  remove. 
\  [Our  humble  faith  here  takes  b? r  ri!e? 
"SVhile  fitting  round  his  board  J 


236  Hymns  and         B.  II; 

And  back  to  Calvary  fl,e  fHes, 
To  view  her  groaning  Lord. 

4  His  foul,  wbatagomes  it  fcjt 

When  his  own  God  withdrew  • 
And  the  large  load  of  all  our  guilt 
Lay  heavy  on  him  too. 

5  But  the  divinity  within 

Supported  him  to  bear  ; 
Dying,   heconquer'd  heJUnd  fin, 
And  made  his  triumph  there.J 

6  Grace,  wifdom,  j,,ftice,  join>d,  and  wrought 

The  wonders  of  tfeat  day  : 
No  mortal  tongue,  nor  mortal  thought. 
Can  equal  thanks  repay. 

7  Our  hymns  mould  found  like  thofe  above, 

Couid  we  our  voices  raise  : 
Yet,  Lord,  our  hearts  mall  all  be  love, 
And  all  our  lives  be  praife. 

HYM  N   XVII.     Short  Metre. 
Incomparable  food;  or,  Thefi<fhandhloQdofCbrid 
1   ^;yE  fing  th'  amazing  deeds 

That  grace  divine  performs  ; 
Th'  eternal  God  comes  down,  and  bleeds 
To  nourifh  dying  worms. 

2  This  foul  reviving  wine, 

Dear  Saviour,  >cis  thv  blood  ! 
We  thar.lc  that  facrcd  flefla  of  thine, 
For  this  immortal  food. 

3  The  banquet  that  we  eat 

Is  made  of  heay'irly  things  ; 
Earth  hath  no  dainties  half  fo  fweet 
As  «ur  Redeemer  brings. 

4  In  vain  had  Adam  fbhgfit, 

And  fearcb'd  bfc'ga  dfen  round, 
For  there  was  no  Cue     bieflsd  fruit 
In  ail  the  happy  ground. 


j  III,     Spiritual  Songs.       237 

The  angelic  holt  above 

Can  never  fcafte  Ihis  food  ; 
They  teed  upon  their  Maker's  love^ 

But  not  a  Saviour's  blood. 

On  05  th*  almighty  Lord, 

Beftows  this  matchlefs  grace, 
And  meets  us  with  fome  cheering  wond, 

With  pleafure  in  his  face. 

Come,  all  ye  drooping  faints, 

And  banquet  with  the  King, 
This  wine  will  drown  your  fad  complaints, 

And  tune  your  voice  to  firrg. 
Salvation  to  the  name 

Of  our  adored  Chrift  ; 
Through  this  wide  earth  his  grace  proclaim, 

His  glory  in  the  bigh'ft. 

HYMN   XVIII.     Long  Metre. 
The  fame. 
TESUS  !   we  bow  before  thy  feet! 
J   Thy  table  is  divinely  flor'd  ; 
Thy  facred  flefh  our  fouls  have  eat, 
'Tis  living  bread  ;  we  thank  thee,  Lord! 
And  nere  we  drink  our  Saviour's  blood  : 
We  thank  thee,  Lord!  'tis  gen'rous  wine? 
Mingled  with  love  the  fountain  flo.v'd 
From  that  dear  bleeding  heart  of  thine. 
On  earth  is  no  fuch  fweetnefs  found, 
For  the  Lamb's  flelh  is  heav'niy  food  : 
In  vain  we  i'earch  the  globe  around 
•  For  bread  fo  fine,  or  wine  fo  good. 
Carnal  provifions  can  at  beft 
But  cheer  the  heart,  or  warm  the  head  I 
But. the  rich  co-dial  that  we  tafte, 
Gives  life  eternal  to  the  dead. 
Joy  to  the  Matter  of  the  feafr, 
|lis  came  our  fouls  for  ever  blefs } 


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To  God  the  Kin.,   and  God  the  Prieft 
A  loud  Ho.'anoii  round  the  place. 

HYMN    XIX.     Long  Metre. 

I   ATjhy  cnmmard,  our  deareft  Lord 
T,  Hue1re7e1a9ttend  rhv  d-ving  fe&  j   ' 
Jhy  blood,    like  wine,   adorns  thy  b,>ard 
And  thine  ewn  flefh  feeds  ev'ry  gueft. 

2  Our  faith  adores  thy  Weeding  love 
And  trufts  for  life  in  one  that'dy'd  • 
We  hope  for  heav'nly  crowns  above 
From  a  Redeem  r  crucify'd. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  ihame 
And  fiing  their  icandals  on  the  caufe  •  * 
We  come  to  boaft  our  Saviour's  name 
And  make  our  triumph-s  in  hivcrofs,    ' 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  fcuffir.g  age, 
He  that  whs  dead  has  left  his  tomb- 
He  lives  above  their  urmoft  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  'till  he  come*. 

HYMN    XX.     Common  Metre. 
The  provisions  f9r  the  table  ofovr  Lord  •  or 
The  tree  of  life,  and  riuer  of  l0v/.       *' 

1  ]^ORD,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand 

And  frag  the  folcmn  feaft,  ' 

Where  fweet  celeltial  dainties  fland,- 
For  ev'<y  willing  gueft. 

2  [The  tree  of  li:e  adorns  the  beard 

With  tich  immortal  fruit 
And  ne'er  an  angry  flaminp  fword 
To  guard  the  palfage  to't. 

3  The  cup  ftands  crown'd  with  living  juice. 

The  fountain  flows  above, 
And  runs  down  11  reaming,  for  our  ufe, 
In  rivulets  of  Jove, 


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5.  III.      Spiritual  Songs.     239, 

I  The  food's  prepaid  by  heav'nlv  art, 
The  pleaiare's  ivefl  refii.V  ; 
They  fpvead  new  lilt  through  tv'ry  heart, 
And  cheer  the  dno^irg  mind. 
;    Shout  and  proclaim  the  Saviour's  Iovd. 
Ye   faints  that  talte  his  \i  inc  ; 
Join    with  vour  kindred  faints  aaove, 
In  loud  Hofanna'sjoin. 
f>  A  thousand  gloiies  to  the  God 
That  gives  fuch  joys  as  this  ^ 
Hofanna  •    let  k  found  abroad, 
And  reach  where  Jefus  is. 

HYMN    XXI.     Common  Metre. 
Vkc  triumphal fea't  for  Christ's  viftory   over  fin 

and  death,  and  be  11.  *    V 

r  [QOME,  let  us  lift  our  voices  high, 
Hi<j,h  as  our  joys  ai  ife,. 
And  join  the  <ongs  above  the  (fey, 
Where  pleafure  never  dies. 
I  Jefus,.  the  God,  that  fought  and  ble49l 
And  conquered  when  he  fell  : 
That  rofe,  and  at  hi-  chariot  wheels 
D'agg'd  all  the  powers  of  hell  j 
3  [Jefus,  the  God,  invites  us  here 
To  this  triumphal  fea<t, 
And  brings  immortal  bleffings  down 

For  each  ledeemed  gueft.J 
The  Lord  !  how  glorious  is  his  face  !; 

Huw  kind  his  fmiles  appear  ! 
And  oh  !    what  melting  words  be  fays 

To  ev'ry  humble  ear  : 
"  Foi  you,  the  children  of  my  love, 

It  was  for  you  1  d>'d  ; 
Behold  my  hands,  b;  i;>ld  my  feet, 

And  look  into  my  fide 
Tbefe  are  the  wounds  for  you  I  bore, 
And  tokens  of  my  pains, 


240  Hymns    and         B.  III. 

When  I  came  down  to  free  your  fouls 
From  mis'ry  and  irom  chains. 
7  [Juftice  unflwath'd  its  fi'ry  fword 
And  plungV.  it  in  my  heart ;       ' 
Infinite  pangs  for  you  I  bore 
And  molt  tormenting  fmart. 

8  When  hell,  and  all  its  fpitefuJ  pow'rs 

Stood  dreadful  in  my  wav  y 

To  refcue  thcfe  dear  lives  of  yours 
I  gave  my  own  away. 

9  But  while  I  bled,  and  groan 'd,  and  dy'd, 

I  ruia'd  Saran's  throne  ; 
High  on  my  crofs  I  hung,    and  fpy'd, 
The  monfter  tumbling  down. 

10  Now  you  muft  triumph  at  my  feaft, 

And  tafte  my.fiefn,   my  blood, 
And  live  eternal  ages  blels'd, 
For  'tis  immortal  fo©d." 

1 1  Victorious  God  !.  what  can  we  pay 

For  favours  fo  divine? 
We  would  devote  our  hearts  away 
To  be  for  ever  thine.] 

12  We  give  thee,  Lord,  our  higheft  praife, 

The  tribute  of  our  tongues; 
But  themes  fo  infinite  as  t'.iefe 
Exceeds  our  n  obieit  fougs. 

HYMN    XXII.     Long  Metre. 

The  companion  of  a  dying  Cbrijl. 

T    QUIl  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb; 

Oh,   that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  drains  immortal  as  his  name) 
And  inciting  as  his  dying  love  ! 
3  Was  ever  equal  pity  found? 

The  Prince  of  heav'n  refigns  his  breath, 
"And  pom*  his  life  out  on  the  ground, 
To  ranfom  guilty  worms  from  deatli. 


B.  III.      Spiritual  Songs. 

3  [Rebels,  we  broke  our  Maker's  laws; 
He  from  the  threatening  fets  us  free 
Bore  the  full  vengeance  on  his  crofs' 
And  nail'd  the  curfes  to  the  tree. 

4  [The  law  proclaims  no  terror  now, 
And  Sinai's  thunder  roars  no  more; 
From  all  his  wounds  new  blelTings  nW 
A  fea  of  joy  without  a  fhore. 

5  Here  we  have  wafh'd  our  deepeft  {rains 
And  heal'd  our  wounds  with  beav'nly  blood 
Blefs  d  fountain  !  fpriuging  from  the  veins 
Oijeius,  our  incarnate  God. J 

4  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  ftrive 
To  fpeak  companion  fo  divine; 
Had  we  a  thoufand  lives  to  <nve 
A  thoufand  lives  mould  ali  be  thine. 

HYMN   XXIII.    Common  Metre, 
Grace  and  glgry  by  the  death  of  Chr;f.. 
J  [SITTING  around  our  Father's  board. 
We  raife  o«r  tunefHJ  breath  ;  ' 

Our  faith  beholds  her  dying  Lord 
And  dooms  our  fas  to  death.]  ' 

2  We  fee  the  blood  of  Jefus  fhed 

Whence  all  our  pardons  rife7; 
The  finner  views  th'  atonement  mad* 
And  loves  the  facrifice.  ' 

3  Thy  cruel  thorns,  thy  lhamefnl  croii 

Procure  us  heav'nly  crowns  • 
Onr  bigheft  gain  fprings  from  thy  Jof5; 
Our  healing  from  thy  wounds. 
%  Oh  !  'tis  impofTible  that  we 
Who  dweii  in  feeble  clay 
Should  equal  fufPrings  bear  for  thee 
Or  equal  thanks  repay. 
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242  Hymns    and      B.  IIL 

HYMN    XXIV.     Common  Metre. 
Pardon  and  ftreugth  from  drift, 
I   FATHER,  we  wait  to  feel  thy  grace 
To  fee  thy  glories  mine  -r  * 

The  Lord  will  his  own  table  blefs 
And  make  the  feaft  divine. 
2  We  touch,  we  tafle  the  heav'nly  bread" 
We  drink  the  facred  cup  : 
With  outward  forms  our  ienfe  is  fed, 
Our  fouls  rejoice  in  hope. 

3  We  mall  appear  before  the  threne 

Of  our  forgiving  God, 
Drefs'd  in  the  garments  of  his  Son, 
Andfprinkled  with  his  blood. 

4  We  (hall  be  ftrong  to  run  the  race, 

And  climb  the  upper  iky  ; 
Chrift  will  provide  our  fouls  with  grace? 
He  bought  a  large  fupply. 

5  Let  us  indulge  a  cheerful  frame, 

For  joy  becomes  a  feaft ; 
We  love  the  mem'ry  of  his  name, 
More  than  the  wine  we  tafte. 

HYMN  XXV.    Common  Metre, 
Divine  glories  and  graces. 
1  TJOWare  thy  glories  here  difplay'd, 
Great  God',  how  bright  they  fhine, 
While,,  at  thy  word,  we  break  the  breads 
And  pour  the  flowing  wine  ! 

2.  Here. thy  revenging  juftice  (land?, 
And  pleads  its  dreadful  caufe  ; 
Here  faring  mercy  fpreads  her  hands, 

Like  Jefus  on  the  crofs. 
Thy  faints  attend  with  ev'ry  grace 

On  this  great  facrifice  i 
And  love  appears  with  cheerful  ft«e? 
Aftd  foith  Wtb  S*ed  ey^s, 


B.  III.     Spiritual  Songs.      243 

4  Our  hope  in  waiting  pofture  fits, 
To  heav'n  dire&o  her  fight ; 
Here  ev'iy  warmer  paflion  meets, 
And  warmer  pow'rs  unite. 
3  Zeal  and  revenge  perform  their  part, 
And  rifing  fin  deftroy  ; 
Repentance  comes  with  aching  heart, 
Yet  not  forbids  the  joy. 
6  Dear  Saviour,  change  our  faith  to  fight  J 
Let  fin  for  ever  die  J 
Then  fhall  our  fouls  be  all  delight^ 
And  ev'ry  tear  be  dry  . 

A  Song  of  Praise  to  the  ever-bleffei  Trinit^. 
God  the  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit. 

HYMN    XXVI.      1  ft  Long  Metre. 
1  gLESS'D  be  the  Father  and  his  love, 
To  whofe  celeftial  fource  we  Owe 
Rivers  of  endlefs  joy  above, 
And  rills  of  comfort  here  below. 
a  Glory  to  thee,  great  Son  of  Goal, 
From  whofe  dear  wounded  body  rells.. 
A  precious  ftream  of  vital  Moid, 
-Pardon  and  life  for  dying  fouls. 
3  We  give  thee,  facred  Spirit,  praife? 
Who  in  our  hearts  of  fin  and  Voe, 
Makes  living  fprings  of  grace!  arife? 
And  into  boundlefs  glory  flo\T. 
A  Thus  God  the  Father,  God  tie  Son, 
And  God  the  Spirit,  we  adore, 
That  fea  of  life  and  love  unknown, 
Without  a  bottom,  or  a  fhorL 
HYMN    XXVII.     j  ft  CoLmon  Metre, 
j  QLORY  to  God  the  Fathers  name, 
Who,  from  our  finful  race, 
■*"■  loie  out  his  fav'rites  to  pijoclaira 


244         H  y  M  n  s    and         B.  Ill 

2  Glory  to  God  the  Son  be  paid, 
Who  dwelt  in  humble  clay, 
And,  to  redeem  us  lYom  the  dead 
Gave  his  own  life  away. 

3  Glory  to  God  the  Spirit  give 

From  whofe  almighty  pow'r 
Our  fouls  their  heav'nly  birth  derive 
Aad  blefs  the  happy  hour. 

4  Glory  to  God  that  reigns  above 

Th'  eternal  Three  in  One, 

Who  by  the  wonders  of  his  love, 

Has  made  his  nature  known. 

HYMN  XXVIII.     i  ft  Short  Metre. 

1  LET  God  the  Father  live 

For  ever  on  our  tongues ; 
Sinners  from  his  firft  love  derive 
The  ground  of  all  their  foags. 

2  Ye  faints  employ  your  breath, 

In  honour  to  the  Son, 
Who  brought  your  fouls  from  hell  and  dtatl 
By  offering  up  his  own. 

3  Givs  to  the  Spirit  praife 

Of  an  immortal  ftrain, 
Whofe  li^ht,  and  pow'r,  and  grace  convey 
Salvation  down  to  men. 
A  While  God  the  Comforter, 
Reveals  our  pardon' d  fin, 
O  may  the  blood  and  water  bear, 
The  fame  record  within. 
5  To  the  great  One  and  Three, 
That  feaj  this  grace  in  heav'n, 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Spirit,  be 
Eternal  glory  giv'n. 
H  Y  M  H   XXIX.     2d  Long  Metre. 
1   QLORY  to  God  the  Trinity, 

V/aofe  nsyne  has  myfteries  unkno\ 


B.III.      Spiritual  Songs.     245 

In  effence  One,  in  perfons  Thvse  J 

A  fecial  nature,  yet  alone. 
2  When  all  eur  uobleft  pow'rs  are  join'd, 
-  The  honours  of  thy  name  to  raife  ; 

Thy  glories  over-match  our  mind. 

And  angels  faint  beneath  the  praiie. 

HYMN   XXX-     2d  Common  Metre 
I .  THE  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd, 

Who  calls  our  fouls  from  death, 
Who  faves  by  his  redeeming  word, 
And  new-creating  breath- 
2  To  praife  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
And  Spirit,  all  divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  faints  and  angels  join. 
HYMN    XXXI.     2d  Short  Metre. 

1  T  ET  God  the  Maker's  name, 

Have  honour,  love,  aud  fear, 
To  God  the  Saviour  pay  the  fame, 
And  God  the  Comforter. 

2  Father  of  lights  above 

Thv  mercy  we  adore, 
Thfe  Son  of  thy  eternal  love, 
And  Spirit  of  thy  powV. 

HYMN    XXXIL     3d  Long  Metre. 
TO  God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
X    And  God  the  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
Be  honour,  prailc.  and  glory  giv'n, 
By  all  011  earth,  and  all  in  heav  n. 

HYMN   XXXIL     Or  thus: 
A  LL  glory  to  the  wond'rons  name, 
Father  of  mercy,  God  of  love  ; 
Thus  we  exalt  the  Lord,  the  Lame* 
Aa.i  thus  we  praife  the  heav'nly  **¥©. 


24<5  H  y  M  N  s   and       B> 

HYMN    XXVIV       iAr 

NOW  b,  the  Fan";  .£  S""""  "*««• 
And  Splrit(   be  ador,. 

AndeverlaftingOne-  ' 

All  glory  to  the  Father'  be 
The  Spirit,  and  the  Son'. 

HYMN   XXXVI.     3dShortMetre. 
YE  angels  round  the  throne 
And  faints  that  dwell  below 

WA^T,th/  ?atber'  love  the  Son, 
And  blefs  the  Spirit  too.  ' 

HYMN    XXXVII.     Or  thus- 
QIVE  to  the  Father  praife 
Give  glory  to  the  Son      ' 
And  to  the  Spirit  of  his  grace 
Be  equal  honour  done. 

-HYMN    XXXVIH.     Particular  Metre. 
A  fong  of  praife  to  the  blelTed  Trinity. 
I  I  Glve  immoital  praife 

To  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  my  comforts  here, 
And  better  hepes  above  : 
He  fent  his  own 
Eternal  Son, 
To  die  for  fins 
That  man  had  done. 
X  To  God  the  Son  belongs 
Immortal  glory  too, 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 
From  evading  woe  s 


B.  III.     Spiritual  Songs.       %# 

And  now   he  lives, 

And  now  he  reigns, 

And  fees  the  fruit 

Of  all  his  pains, 
g  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 
Immortal  vox  (hip  give, 
Whofe  new-creating  pow'r 
Makes  the  dead  firmer  live  : 

His  work  completes 

The  great  defign, 

And  fills  the  foui 

With  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God  !    to  thee 
Be  endlefs  honours  done, 
The  undivided  Three, 
And  the  myrlerious  One  : 

Where  reafon  fails, 

With  all  her  pow'rs, 

There  faith  prevails, 

And  love  adores. 

HYMN   XXXIX.    Particular  Metre, 
j  TO  him  that  chofe  us  firft, 
Before  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  that  bore  the  cur fe, 
To  fave  rebellious  man  ; 
To  him  that  form' d 
Our  hearts  anew, 
Is  endlefs  piaife 
And  glory  due. 
2  The  Father's  love  fhall  run 
Thijpiigh  our  immortal  fongs  ; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 
liolannas  on  our  tongues  J 
Our  lips  addrefs 
The  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praife, 
Arfdz'.-a]  the  iaiiif.  ma.  v..  »'     | 


4*  H  y   M   N   s     and 

3  Let  ev>  rain  t  above, 

And  angels  round  the'thron. 
Fore -er  blefs  and  love     °ne' 
4h      u  d  Three  in  One  • 
His  honour^  high, 
When  earth  and  time 
Grow  old  and  die. 

Perpetual  honours  raife  • 
Glory  to  God  the  Son,  * 
To  God  the  Spirit  pra'ife  ; 

And  while  our  lips 

Their  tribute  bring, 

Our  faith  adores 

The  name  we  fing. 

HYMN   XLL     orthrs- 
TO^our  eternal  God,  Ur^us- 

The  Father,  and  the  Son 
And  Spirit,  all  divine,       ' 
Three  myfteries  in  one, 
Salvation,  pow'r 
And  praife  03  giv'n, 
By  all  on  earth 
And  all  in  heav'n. 

rheHOSANNA,„,S„v„,Mm 

TO  CHRrST. 

HYMN  XLII.     Lonff  Metre 
HOSANNA  to  King  David's  Son, 

w.  1  ,   r°  Tl lgnS.°n  a  fuPe"<>r  throne  ; 
We  blefs  the  Prince  of  heav'nly  birth, 
Who  brings  falvation  down  to  earth 
Let  ev'ry  nation,  ev'ry  age. 
In .this  delightful  work  engage: 
Od.men  and  babes  in  Sion  fin g 
i  he  growing  glories  of  the  King, 


B.  III.     Spiritual  Soxes'.     249 

HYMN    XLIII.     Common  Metre. 
I  UOSANN  A  to  the  Prince  of  grace, 
Sion,  behold  thy  King  : 
Proclaim  the  Son  of  David's  race, 
And  teach  the  babes  to  ling'. 
%  Hofanna  to  the  incarnate  Word, 
Who  from  the  Father  came  ; 
Afcribe  falvation  to  the  Lord, 
With  bleflings  on  his  name. 

HYMN    XLIV.     Short  Metre.. 

1  HOSANNA  to  tbe  So,r 

Of  David  and  of  God, 

Who  brought  the  news  of  pardon  down*, 
And  bought  it  with  his  blood. , 
2.  To  Chritr,  th'  anointed  King 
Be  endlefs  bleflings  giv'n  ; 
Let  the  whole  earth  his  glory  fing,. 
Who  made  our  peace  with  heav'n. 

HYMN    XLV.     Particular  Metse, 
j,  JJOSANNA  to  the  King 

Of  David's  ancieir.  bUod  ; 
Behold  he  comes  to  bring 
Forgiving  grace  i'rom  God  : 
Let  old  and  young 
Attend  his  way,, 
And  at  his  feet 
Their  honours  lay. 

2  Glory  to  God  on  high, 
Salvation  to  the  Lamb  ; 
Let  earth,  and  fea,  and  fky,. 
His  wondrous  love  proclaim;. 

Upon  his  head 
Shall  honours  reft, 
And  ev'ry  age 
Proclaim  him  blefs'd. 

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All In.     ?  V   Snd  did  m>'  Saviour  blecd  b       9 

AJi  mortal  vanities  be  gone  a     2< 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive  b   i0j 

•And  muft  this  body  die  b  no 

And  now  the  fcaies  hate  left  mine  eyes     b     81 

Arf    mvfoul,  myj.   ful  pow'rs      '  b     82 

At  thy i  command,  oui  deareft  Lo-d  c      IQ 

•Attend,  while  God's  exalted  Son  b  J2o 

Awake,  my  heart,  anfe,  my  tongue  a     20 

Awake,  ouribuls,  awav  our  fears  a     48 

Away  trom  eV'ry  mortal  tongue  b  123 

Backward,  with  humble,  &c.  a     57 

Begin,  my  tongue,  fome  heav'nlv,   &c.  b     69 

Behold  how  fmners  difagree  a  Mr 

Behold  the  blind  their  light  receive  b  J2.7 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb  a       1 

behold  the  grace  appears  a       2 

Behold  the  potter  and  the  clay  any 

Behold  the  rofe  of  Sharon  here  a     68 

Behola  the  woman's  promis'd  feed  b  135 

Behold  the  wretch  whofe  luft  and  wine  a  1 23 

Keloid  what  wond'rous  grace  a     64 


A      TABLE. 

b.  m- 

Blefs'd  are  the  humble  fouls  that  fee  a   102 
Blefs'd  be  the  everlufting  God 

BlefsM  be  the  Father  and  his  love  c     2- 

Blefs'd  is  the  man  whofe  cautious  feet  a     3e 

Blefs'd  morning  !  whofe  young,  &c.  b     72 

Blefs'd  with  the  joys  of  innocence  b    i2o 

-.  iood  has  a  voice  to  pierce  the  flues  b   [18 

Bright  King  of  glory,  dreadful  God  b     5  c 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death  b   !  5b  l 

Bury'd  in  (hadows  of  the  night  a     97 

But' few  among  the  carnal  wife  a     9<V  , 

.  C 

Can  creatures,  to  perfection,  find  b   170 

Chrift  and  his  crofs  is  all  our  theme  a   119 

Come,  all  harmonious  tongues  b     84 
Come,  deareft  Lord,  defcend  and  dwell   a  135" 

Come,  happy  fouls,  approach  your  God  b   107 

Come,  hither^  all  ye  weary  foul.s  a  127 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heay'nly  Dove  b     %% 

Come,  let  us  join  a  joyful  tune  c       S 

Come,  let  us  join  aur  cheerful  fangs  a     6> 

Conu>,  let- us  lift  our  joyful  eyes  b   ic? 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  voicc-s  high    .  c     2  c 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord  b     30 

D 

Daughters  of  Zion,  come,   £rc  a     7  z 
Dear  Lord,  behold  our  fore  diftre/s  b   164 

Deareft  of  all  the  names  attfve  b    1 48 

Death  cannot  make  our  fouls  afraid  b     49 

Death  may  dilTolve  my  body  now  a     27 

Death  I   'tis  a  melancholy  day  b     5  i 

Deceiv'd  by  fubtle  fnares  of  hell  a   107 

Deep  in  the  dun,  before  thy  throne  a   124 

Defcend  from  heav'n,  immortal  Dove       b     23 
Do  we  not  know  that  folemn  word  a   122 

Down  headlong  from  their  native  fkies      b     9^ 

Dread  Sov'iei^n,  let  my  ev'ningfong  b       7 


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Eternal  Sovereign  of  the  i>y              ^C'      £       * 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confeft  b   '4? 

^  •  L.                               F  b   J33 
*aith  is  the  brighteft  evidence 

Far  from  mv  thoiurl^s  va.'n  »      u    -  a   I2D 

*ather,  i,oyog,  iSisv;0^^  !:  ;• 

Father    we  wait  to  feel  thy*  b     6* 

birm  and  unmov'd  are  they  C     2* 

Firm  as  the  earth  thy  gofpeJ  /rand,  *     *l 

£rom  heav'n  the  finnhfg   ^  ?  « 38 

Gentile,  by  nature,  .we  belong 

Give  me  the  wlngs  of  faith  t  °rif_  J   1 14 

Glory  to  God,  the  Trinity  b   14° 

Glory  to  God  that  walks  the /ky  i     2<) 

Glory  to  God  the  Father'      ^  b     39 

God  is  a  Spirit,  juft  and  wife,  I     11 

ft  °f  2"  ?J°rning'  at  "ho^  voice  a  '70" 

God  of    he  feas,   thy  thund'rin^  voice  b     11 

God!   the  eternal,  awful  ,ame  £     Vt 

God,  vvho  ,n  various  methods  told  a     ^ 

Go,  preach  gofpel,  faith  the  LorJ  a     53 

Go  %vorfh)P  at  Immanuel's  feet  ? 

fillip  *™  "fi«te  art  thou  b    '0 ' 

GreatGod,  Iownthyferjtencejuft  J     °7 

Grea    God,  thy  glory  fnall  employ  b  ,67 

£  !!   £°d«  V°  ";Hat  a  glft«io»s  height  b     7 2 

great  Kmg  of  glory,  and  of  graCe  b       o 

Great  was  the  day,  the  jay  was  great  b   ,  £ 

Had  I  tongues  of  Greeks,  &-c  «    ,,, 

Happy  the  church,  tbou  facred,  Szc.  h     If 

Happy  the  heart  where  graces  r'ei,„  b      % 

Hp-    '   ,        ^edeen^r  from  on  high  a     „* 

"ear  what  the  voice  from  heav'n,  &c.  J    x'g 


A      TABLE 

B.II. 

;Hev;ce  from  mv  foul,  fad  thoughts,  Sic.  b     73 

Here,  at  thy  crofs,  nry  dying  God  b       4 

High  as  the  he&Vris  above  rhe  ground  b   i .  5 

H'"h,  on  a  hill  of  dazzling  light  b      18 
Hofanna,   &c                              ,               *  4  at.  45 

Hofanr.a  to  our  conqu'nng  King  D     ov 

Ho^anna  to  the  Prince  of  light  b     7° 

Holaona  to  the  ro>al  Son  a      i 

Hofanna,  wltn  a  cheerful  found  b       5 

How  are  thy  glories  here  difplay'd  c     25 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet  a      10 

How  can  I  fink  with  fuch-a  prop  b  HO 

How  condefcending  and  how  kind  c       4 

How  full  of  angmfh.  is  the  thought  b  100 

How  heavy  is  the  night  a     9° 

How  honourable  is  the  place     _  a       « 

How  large  the  promife,  bow  divine  a   rig 

How  oft  have  fin  and  Satan  ftrove  a   139 

How  rich  are  thy  provifions,  Lord  c     J  2 

How  fad  our  ft  ate  by  nature  is  b     90 

How  (ball  I  piaiie  tfhJ  eternal  God  b  tf*6 

How  (hort  and  hafty  is  our  life  b     33 

How  mould  the  fons  of  Adam's  race  a     86 

Howftrong  thine  arm  is,  mighty  God  a     49 

How  fweet  and  awful  is  the  place  c      1 3 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below,  b     48 
Kow  wond'rous  great,  bow  glorious,  fccb     87 

I 

I  cannot  bear  thine  abfence,  Lord  b   117 

I  give  immortal  praife  c     38 

I  hate  the  tempter  and  his  charms  b    156 

I  lift  my  banner,  faith  the  Lord  a     29 

I  love  the  windows  of  thy  grace  b  1  45 

I'm  not  afnam'd  to  own  my  Lord  a   103 

I  fend  the  joys  of  earth  away  b     it 

I  fing  rny  Saviour's  wond'ious  death  b  n4 

Jehovah  fpeaks,  let  3 fiael  hear  a     84 

Jehovah  reigns,  his  throne  is  high  b   168 


A      T    A     B     L     E. 

>/••»,  in  thee  oar  eye,  behold  B'  * 

J^usmviteshhfaints  a    !4J 

J**""  gone  abOVc  the  fcics  c        2 

Jefu*,  the  man  of  conftant  grief  f 

Jefn,,   we  blefs  t  h v  Father's  naL  ' 2 

jcr«3f  -ebo,,befbret;::rf-jrme     ca  5* 

*f"s,  \v.thalltby  faint*  above  i      ' 

i'i  thine  oWfl  way.,  O  God  of  to*-  *9 

Jn  vam  the  wealth^  mortal,    oVr  *     ?? 

Inva.nwelavinioutourlivea  1      24 

Infinite  grief!  amazing  woe  ,        9 

J™  a     the  glorious  name,  J  ,  95 

Join  .11  tbe  ?ames  of  ,        and  a     *f 

is  tnis  the  kind  return  Z9 

Kind  is  the  fpeech  of  Chrifr,  our  Lord 

Laden  with  guilt,  ami  fuj|  of  fears 

i-et  all  our  tongues  be  one 

ietevcrlafting  glories  crown 

Let  ev'ry  mortal  ear  attend  ?     3i 


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Let  Hod  the  Father  live 
1*|  God  the  Maker's  name  c     f( 

Lei  hi,:,  embrace  my  foul  and  live  a     U 

^mebuthear^;Saviourf  *      '6 

Let  mortal  tongues  attempt  to  fing  a      J 

Let  other,  boaft  how  ftrorr    thev  b  •  l" 

Ler.PWee,ofhighefleem     '^  J-     'J 

Let  the  old  Heathen,  tune  their  6n*8       £     f  ? 

^     Je  feventh  angel  found  on  h^b8  a     6 

Let  the  who!,  race  of  creatures  III  u     !£ 

Let  the  wdd  leo.ards  of  the  wood  u    ,9? 

K*  them  neglect  thy  glory,  Lord  i, 

-lore  th' eternal  word  £     *« 

pfe  and  immortal  joys  are  gir'n  b  i2l 

t£  i«  the  time  to  ferve  the  Lord-  a     |J 

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T  ike  fheep  we  went  aftray  a  ^3 

WtheyLng  tribes  of  Adam  rife  a     £ 

t    .bat  a  glorious  fight  appear  a     « 

Lo,  what  an  entertaining  light  a     44 

Lo,  the  deftroying  angel  flies  °     5> 

Long  have  I  fat  beneath  the  found  b     £5 
Look,  gracious  God,  how  numerous,  fee  a     47 

Lord     at  thy  temple  we  appear  a       9 

Lord    how  divine  thy  comforts  are  c     II 
Lord     how  fecure  and  Weft  are  they 

Lord    how  fecure  my  confidence  Wa«  a    l  i  S 

Lord,  we  adore  thy  bounteous  hand  c     20 

Lord    we  adore  thy  vaft  defigns  b   l°9 

Lord     we  are  blind,  we  mortals  bhrd  fa     26 

Lord    we  confefs  our  num'ious  faults  a  1  1 1 

Lord,  what  a  feeble  piece  a     37 

Lord    what  a  heav'n  ot  fa ving  gi  ace  b     16 

Lord    whatathoughtlefswietchwasl  a     36 

Lord,  what  a  wretched  land  is  this  b     53 

Lord,  when  my  thoughts  with,  fee.  b       5 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord  a     40 

M 

Man  has  a  foul  of  vaft  defires                   -  b  146 

Miftaken  fouls,  that  dream  of  heav  n  a  140 

My  dear  Redeemer  and  my  Lord  D  1  39 

My  drowfv  pow'rs  why  fleep  ye  fo  b     25 

My  God,  how  endlefs  is  thy  love  a     Hi 

My  God,  my  life,  my  love  b     93 
My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be  b  122 

MyGod,  thefprir.got  all  myjoys  b     54 

My  God,  what  endlefs  pleafures  dwell  b     42 

My  heart,  how  dreadful  hatd  it  is  b     98 

My  Saviour  God,  my  Sovereign  Prince  b  141 

My  foul  come  meditate  the  day  b     6  r 

Mv  foul  forfakes  her  vain  delight  b     10 

My  thoughts  on  awful  fubjefts  roll  b       2 
My  thoughts  furmount  thcfe  lower  fries   b  1*2 


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gated  as  from  the  earth  we  came  B"  1 

Natwre  with  an  her  pow'rs  Q^Ur  f        * 

««»«  wit!l  J,        "  fl^J    fing  b        , 

No,  rilropineatdcahnonore  £      i 

No,  Iftiallenvythemnomore  k    !?i 

Not  from  the  dMft;^l~^  a    ,  J 

Not  the  malicious  or  profane  a     b* 

Not  to  condemn  the  fons  of  men  *   '34 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord  I   ''Q° 

Not  with  our  mortal  eyes  b  ,52 

NowbetheGodofin-aelbleft  ?  '°8 

Now  by  the  bowels  of  mycJ  ■     g 

Nowforatuneof]oftypra.i/c  *   '£ 

NoW  nave  our  hearts  embraced  our  n^  4*     ' 

Now  w  the  .allies  of  his  graCe         ^    a°     H 

JJ«>w,„  the  heat  of  yootbfti]  bIood  l     Ll 

Now   eta  fpacious  world  arife  l    * 

Now  le*  our  pains  be  all  forgot  „     4J 

O  for  an  overcoming  fauh 

O  the  Almighty  Lord                     °6  *  *£* 

O  the  delights,  the  heav'nlviovs  h 

efrenIfeekmyLordbymghJt-  J  9 

Once  more,  my  foul,  the  rifing  day  b  ?6 

Our  days,  alas,  our  mortal  davs  ?  * 

OurGod^owtohisproA^  b  % 


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B.  ) 

3ur  fins,  alas  !   how  ftrong  they  be  b  86 

3ur  fouls  (hall  magnify  the  Lord  » 

Dur  fpirits  join  t'  adore  the  Lamb  c 

Plong'd  in  a  gulph  of  dark  defpair  b  79 
'raife,  everlafting  praife,  oe  paid 

Raife  thee,  my  foul,  fly  up  and  run.  b  33 

Raife  our  triumphant  fongs  * 

Rife,  rife,  my  foul,  and  leave  the  ground  b  1 7 

Saints  at  your  heav'nly,  &c.  a  129 

Salvation  !  O  the  joyful  found  B  00 

See  where  the  great  incarnate  God  a  45 

Shall  the  vile  race  of  flelh  and  blood  a  bz 

Shall  we  go  on  in  fin  a  J^\ 

Shall  wifdom  cry  aloud  a  V2 
Shout  to  the  Lord,  and  let  our  joys 

Sin  has  a  thoufand  treach'rous  arts  b  150 

Sin,  like  a  venomous  difeafe  b  1  >3 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  that  built  the  ikies  b  13 

Sing  to  the  Lord  with  joyful  voice  a  43 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  heav'nly  hofts  b  62 

Sitting  around  our  Father's  board  c  23 

So  did  the  Hebrew  Prophet  raife  a  112 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  exprefs  a  132 

So  new  born  babes  defire  the  breaft  a  143 

Stand  up,  my  foul,  make  off  thy  fears  b  77 

Stoop  down,  my  thoughts  that  ufe  to  rife  b  28 

Strait  is  the  way,  the  door  is  (trait  b  161 

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Terrible  God  that  reign'ft,  &c.  b  22 

That  awful  day  will  furely  come  b  107 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  name  b  53 

The  glories  of  my  Maker  God  b  7* 

The  God  of  mercy  be  ador'd  c  30 

The  King  of  glory  fends  his  Son  b  136 

The  land  that  lorgs  in  darknefs  lay  a  ' ' 


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J  He  Lord  declares  his  will 
The  Lord  defending  from  above 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns 
The  Lord  on  high  proclaims 
The  majeft*  of  Solomon 

The  memory  of  our  dying  Lord 
The  pronnfe  of  my  Father's  love 
The  promile  was  divinely  free 
The  true  Meffiah  now  appears 
The  voice  of  my  beloved  founds 

i  here  is  a  houfe  not  made  with  hands 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 

There  s  no  ambition  iwells  mv  heart  l 

There  was  an  hour  when  Chri/t  rejoic'd  a 

ihefe  glorious  minds,  how  bright,  &c.  a 

This  is  the  ward  of  truth  and  love  l 

Tnou  whom  my  foul  admires  above  a 

-}  bus  did  the  fons  of  Abrah'n,  pafs  \ 

J  hus  far  the  Lord  has  led  me  on 

Thus  faith  the  firft,  the  great  comma**  a 

Thus  faith  the  high  and  lofty  One 

Thus  faith  the  ruler  of  the  fries  * 

Thus  faith  the  mercy  of  the  J  ord  ° 

Thus  faith  the  Wifdoni  of  t->  „%  „    ,  a 

Thf  favours,  Lord,  iulv-h,:^]s  J 

Time,   what  an  en.ptv  vapour  «4i  u 

Ti<  by  the  faith  of  joy,  t0  ^ 

;  ris  from  the  treafure?    r  ™*     .  b 

'Tis  not  the  law  of  m         f  ^  W?*d  a 

To  God,  the  only  *•    .  ,:r  ^mmands  b 


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Vain  are  the  hope  the  fons  of  men  *    9  + 

Vain  are  the  hopes  that  rebels  place  »     g 

Unfhaken  as  the  facred  hnl 

Uo  to  the  fields  where  an  gels ,  I*. 

Ho  to  the  Lord  that  reigns  on  high 

We  are  a  garden  wall'd  around  a     ;4 

We  blefs  the  Prophet  of  the  Lord  b  132 

We  fine  tb*  amazing  deeds  c6 

We  fing  the  glories  of  thy  love  _        a     5 

Welcome  fweet  day  of  reit  b  fi 

Well,  the  Redeemer's  gone               -  •* 

Wha   different  pow'rs  of  grace  and  fin  b  W? 

What  equal  honours  fhall  we  bring  •  63 

What  happy  men,  or  angels,  there  4 

What  mighty  man,  or  mighty  God  a     20 

^Whence  do  our  mournful  thoughts  anfe    a     3* 

When  I  can   read  my  title  clear  b  5 

When  in  the  light  of  faith  divine  b  101 

When  I  furvey  the  wood  roos  croft  c  / 

When  we  are  rab'd  from  deep  diftrefs  a  5| 

.  When  (tracers  ftand  and  he-ar  me  tell  a  /| 

When  the  firft  parents  of  oar ;  race  b  70 
When  the  great  Buiider  ar<* 
Where  are-  the  mourners, 


When  the  great  Bunder  arch  d  &c.  b  2. 

Where  are  the  mourners,  faith  the  Loid  o  54 

Who  can  defcribs  the  joy.  that  rife  a  iQl 

Who  has  belie v'd  thy  word             -  »  + 

Who  is  this  fail  one  in  diftrefs  \< 

Who  ftiall  the  Lord's  elefr  condemn  a  14 

Why  did  the  Jew,  proclaim  their  rage  a  4 

Whv  does  Vour  face,  ye  humble  .ouls  b  o> 

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Whv  do  ve  mourn  departing  fi  tends  b       3 

Whv  is  my  heart  fo  far  from  r^ee  b     1 

Why  (ho. .Id  rhe  children  of  a  "King  *  j«J 

Whv  frlbuld  this  earth  delight  us  *.o  b   10  J 

Whv  ftrould  ^e  ftart  and  fear  to  die  b     51 
Wiih  cheerful  voice  1  Gng 


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Yefonsof  Adam  vain  and  young  * 

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